Look at my life, its the life of a victor.
A victor made from the snuggings of war and the drum beats of battle.
A warrior of mighty dimensions and a giant of great proportion.
A victor indeed, not by will but by circumstance
Not by choice but by survival instincts.
From nowhere, the sound of war amass
I dont want to fight, but fight I must, else I die.
I dont want to die, so fight I must
I cannot fight, for my hands are not crafty, so learn I must.
I dont want to learn, for the thoughts of war are evil, so die I must
I dont want to die, for death is not an option, so live I must
I want to live, but the foes wont let me be, so win I must
I want to win, but without hurting others, yet they spare no thought for me
So here I am, marching with no thoughts for them,
The marching on of a victor,
This is my life, the life of a victor
Aluta Continual Victoria Asserta . . . . . . .
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