seemed that those events would never end

hands of Father Time ticked slower than ever

crowing of the rooster on the glorious day to the cricket chirping in the
solemn night

it dawned that days turned into hours and minutes into seconds

Now it
was time, to conclude everything at last

pen’s ink bled onto the pages as though it was its last

After 180
hours of endurance, it was done.

All the blood, sweat, tears were assured justice.

The joyous festivities were all that mattered now.

Waiting for another misery to draw closer and perhaps soon

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