Scour the pit to find the glowing ember.
Do not leave behind the trolling ember.
The hidden debris is a flowing heat.
A burn born from a small, knowing ember.
Spreading unrestrained as a mowing fire.
Cutting, destructive, destroying ember.
Flames are a distraction showing deceit.
Massacre our view by throwing ember.
Civilizations torched, bestowing ash.
You turned your back on lit, smoking ember.
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