The Finale-3
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In days of old, when justice called,
And crimes against the state appalled,
The punishment was swift and true,
A penalty that we all knew.
But in the stillness of the night,
When peace had conquered pain and plight,
A tranquil calm would settle in,
A mellow sense of peace would win.
Yet sometimes things would go kaput,
And lives would take a different route,
A turn of fate that no one planned,
The future slipping from their hand.
In times of learning and great thought,
A sophisticated mind was sought,
From art to science, knowledge grew,
And wisdom took a brighter hue.
The world was harsh, and life was tough,
And only the robust would be enough,
The strong and steady would survive,
And keep the spirit of hope alive.
But through it all, there was a sound,
A harmonious tone that could be found,
A melody that lifted the soul,
And made the wounded heart feel whole.
In tales of old and legends told,
The brave and bold would rise and hold,
Their destiny in their own two hands,
A construct of their own life's plans.
When frustration came to cloud the mind,
And banish hope seemed to be kind,
There was a need to seize the day,
And make the most of what came their way.
In times of trouble and disease,
When coffee wouldn't always please,
The obligation to be strong,
Would help them face what came along.
But sometimes life would not be fair,
And disease would take them unaware,
A silent foe that would infect,
And leave them with a dark effect.
In lands of language, culture grew,
And words took on a meaning true,
The power of expression shone,
And history was written and known.
But sometimes vision would be lost,
And minds would be overwhelmed and tossed,
The weight of society too great,
And hope would sometimes dissipate.
In ancient times, when gods would rule,
And mystic tales would be the jewel,
The power of petrichor would reign,
And wash away the earthly stain.
Yet sometimes, the infallible would fall,
And ferocity would rule over all,
A force that none could overcome,
A power that would darken the sun.
But there were those who'd face the fear,
And with alacrity persevere,
The heart of courage beating strong,
And memories that would last lifelong.
In times of joy and sublime grace,
When beauty would adorn the face,
The intertwining of love and art,
Would heal the wounds and soothe the heart.
But in moments when rage would rise,
And anger would take over the guise,
The world would seem ethereal and strange,
And life would feel so out of range.
Yet through the trials and the pain,
There was always the chance to regain,
The euphoria of a dream come true,
And the hope that life could start anew.
Sometimes things would discombobulate,
And the weight of history would suffocate,
But those who'd face the challenge true,
Would overcome and see it through.
In days of old and tales of yore,
When mystic forces would explore,
The secrets of the world and beyond,
And leave their mark on hearts so fond.
But sometimes, in the midst of it all,
The world would seem so lost and small,
And silence would be the only sound,
As they searched for something to be found.
In times of light and luminance bright,
When hope would shine like stars at night,
The courage to escape the night,
Would make the angst and fear take flight.
But in the shadows and the night,
When clandestine acts would take flight,
Isolation would take hold,
And the heart would feel so cold.
In moments when life seemed ephemeral,
And the past would seem so imperil,
The memory of something would help to keep the spirit strong,
And remind them that they still belong.
In hollow moments, when all seems lost,
And the cost of living comes at great cost,
The memory of brighter days,
Can help to keep the heart ablaze.
For eloquence and words of grace,
Can bring a smile to any face,
And in the echoes of the past,
The power of language still can last.
But when adversity would come to call,
And ambitions would start to fall,
The eruption of a raging flame,
Could bring them back to life again.
In times of old, the pawns would move,
And sailors would the seas behoove,
The veil of mystery would unfold,
As stories of adventure were told.
But sometimes, the memory of the past,
Would feel like a carcass that couldn't last,
And in those moments, they'd look within,
To find the strength to rise again.
And so, in every word and phrase,
The echoes of history still amaze,
And remind us of the times gone by,
And how we've come to where we lie.
Through petrichor and mystic tales,
Through ancient times and ships with sails,
The heart and soul of humanity,
Has been a force of infallibility.
With ferocity and alacrity,
We've faced each challenge with tenacity,
And in the face of all adversity,
We've held on tight to our identity.
In the sublime moments of our dreams,
We've soared above life's raging streams,
And found the courage to escape,
From the confines of our own fate.
Yet sometimes, in the midst of angst,
We've felt the weight of society's ranks,
And in our search for isolation,
We've found a world of clandestine fascination.
But in the end, all things must pass,
Even the ephemeral moments that do amass,
And in the silence that would remain,
The luminance of history would sustain.
For in each word and every line,
The mystic secrets of all time,
Are woven in a tapestry divine,
That speaks to us of life's design.
So let us not be discombobulated,
By the challenges that have awaited,
For in the depths of history's pages,
We find the strength to turn life's stages.
And though we may be lost at times,
In memories of ancient climes,
Let us never forget the power,
Of history's unfailing tower.
For in its embrace, we find the way,
To live each moment of every day,
With the knowledge that we are part,
Of something greater than our heart.
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-The End-
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