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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