Nothing feels so relieving,
than summiting a long hill run.
Nothing feels more empowering,
than a sprint to the finish.
Nothing feels so deserving,
than the beer after.
All this does not rival,
not even by the farthest measure.
The joy of feeling,
sweat on my face.
To vanquish the evil lords of Gray. Bring Kolor back into the fray. Will not stop even for a day. Distribute candies rang birange. All Gray can do is prey. For I am Spectra, not spectrae.