While I was about to work out for the first time in a while at my own house (Gym is preferable but thought I would try an in house workout) this rusted dumbbell wreaks with many years of strength and persistent that got my dad to the strong person he is today.
May his energy and determination course through my veins as I begin another day…
Can you feel the rusted glory that this champion emulates from it’s rugged, reliable grip?
Traditionally forgotten, this damsel deserves amass of praise,
When the town gave away it’s dominant prowess,
newcomers never heard from it’s iron,
Instead they were forged amougst a fresh craze,
Except somehow nobody dared disrespecting the old ones days,
Champions are born from their suns,
Bright and burning ablaze, singed by their stolen gaze,
When infernos of fury triggers their natural state,
Burn away their brashness,
Burn away their selfish ways,
Burn away the rust whose appearance frightens proteges away,
Burn down what shiny toys they’ve become,
Burn down how much flare they flaunt around, spiting everyone,
Extinguish the haze who seduce fledgling fighters into giving their potential away,
Only when they see the scale of embers ancient ones could take,
Then through your ancestors, fervent progress we will make.
EPILOGUE:
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