Drenched the crimson soil
The stands were void
And so they ran...they all ran.
And the drizzle grew.
With strained tendons,
And burning tendons,
Smoked the pitch with blazened gusto
The dust flew,
They left it in their wake.
Transcending norms,
Transcending time,
They ran,...they all ran.
Voracious to the core,
Hungry for the bite of life.
The winners lose all,
Losers win some.
Alas they ran...
The race of life.
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