Like dominos all coming down;
these two were first to fall.
Now in the rising dust we drown,
and Death free-men enthrall.
These ruins here a builder crown,
but will he build the wall?
And though we're sore, we're looking for the thing which is our core.
A heart to beat, a prince to seat, and then we'll find our feet.
I don’t know what to make of the Charlie Kirk situation. Two things occurred to me:
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