The Final Race
The Final Race
The Engines roar in the mourning sun
The Thousand Hearts ignite with burning flame
The Race begins - no place for anyone
Who fears the edge or shies away from fame
The tyres scream on the curves that twist and bite
Each second stretched across eternity
The Lead is fought with grit and might
A dance of risk and velocity
Down straights we fly, with fate upon our heels,
Through turns carve with precision.
One slip, one twitch, the end becomes too real—
A crash, a loss, a shattered dream's decision.
But now we surge across the final line
The crowd erupts—this victory is mine.
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