A two-year fight has come to a close.
The outcome resulted in a froze.
The long struggle was always morose.
It derived its fundamentals from a strong source.
It was going with a veritable force.
The preparation was a researched course.
Truth was the underlying recourse.
The proceedings were interrupted by a resource.
It was a bribe that hit a blow.
The lobbying did the magical glow.
Truth got distorted in the flow.
Money seized the prime status in a row.
It proposed a Valentine’s throw.
The constituted board admitted a bow.
The strike off was washed ashore.
The dismissal came to the fore.
The righteous lost his floor.
The criminal gained his galore.
Truth finally died an hour ago.
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