Until the story of the hunt is told by the lion
The tale of the hunt would always glorify the hunter.
But how then can the lion be heard
When it is so that only the victors are heard.
The scars become a tale of glory for the victor
But for the loser, marks of defeat.
There are mysteries in those scars.
Mysteries that are unknown,
Events, whose truth might never be heard.
A wise man knows not this truth,
neither does he understand the mysteries behind the scars.
But a wise man respects those scars.
For they are signs that show that one has lived.
VICTOR or LOSER, the one with the scars has lived.
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