Freedom marks the blood-stained air
For what can't be bought is what causes a mans uncivil glare
Spirits are lit for the prestigious prize
As mourning begins among the thousands that can only attempt to arise
Many strive, but then die in vain
As their families are left with the unbinding pain
When a dose of freedom cannot be shared
The greed to win is used to fight, and very few are actually spared
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