The Final Day
Hoping. Wishing. Dreading. Second guessing.
This moment. Now. Right here.
The time, the effort;
All of the blood, sweat, and tears.
Everything.
All into this one moment.
Into this one test of strength, courage, and fear.
Where the cloth in unwoven and the pattern revealed.
When the lines or drawn, enemies made--
It's where you stand on the Final Day.
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