Embers crashing again, all for fathers and fans
Dithering pitches and cascades
Working nothing vs working more

Endearing passion, committing strength;
In the wake these things are figures of smoke
In the mist of things, they reanimate

The pressure of the world turns
And the sky reaches past hardship worldwide
Webbed worlds are getting many feet wet

If the ready weren`t, then the day won`t mind
Some have betted for the prepped to crack
Some without remorse will snap, without learning

The actions fated to bonds
Long nights, early inversions
Fairly placed in ways known to the half sleep

Just as the last pitch is heard,
There`s a mission written, hidden in a new cinder
For now, those pending will have to work
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