Scar

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Scar

Sometimes a Mufasa will come out of nowhere to steal your throne, you kill him, they blame you when he was the one that triggered you. I am gonna kill me a king, I am kingslayer. Heroes get set up to take the fall. Making them easy targets, the ones to save the demsel in distress, crocodile tears flooding the ocean, drowning to save a lost course.

Sometimes a Mufasa will steal your girl when you already called dibs on her, you betray him, they blame you when he was the one who did it first. You gotta hand out receipts, sometimes the disrespect gets rampant, shaking reality that they don't see who they are next to, a little taste of their medicine levels out the playing field.

Sometimes a Mufasa will come out of nowhere to disturb the peace, you start smear campaigns and plot against him, they blame you. When you were next in line. How you gonna let an insignificant creature come out of nowhere to beat you in rank? Convincing everyone of his legibility and taking all the stanks. Running through everything like he got a full tank.

Sometimes a Mufasa will actually win the battle, you can't blame him, it was his moment. Let him have the glory, the war is long. He will get complacent, it's inevitable, it's that kings disease. You let him get comfortable and busk in his false victory, wait for him to show all his weaknesses and you strike when he least expects it to regain the Throne. It's the game, to be in it is to play it.

Mufasa, Mufasa, why do you stand in my way? Mufasa, Mufasa, what do I have to do to make you go away? 

Got a lot of hate in my heart, a lot of impure, grimy thoughts so I'll transfer it to Mufasa. He wants to be the maryr, typical Mufasa. 

Dear Lord help me control my rage, I know everyone I meet is only a version of me, he makes me see the dirt in me, the scumbag in me, give me peace, prolong my reaction speed, help me see the broader picture, give me patience, to weather this storm, flood me with love so it can dilute this hate. Mufasa is my brother, help me see him as such. He is my mirror, may he be reflected as such. I don't want to feel resentment, set me free, of the pain, entitlement, ego and the urge to control. I put everything in your hands, I am nothing, a mere sinner, crippled by thoughts that will never make me a winner. Purify my thoughts so I don't have to be a sinner. Mufasa is my brother, help me see him as such. He is my mirror, my he be reflected as such. 

Sincerely Scar. 

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