The last lock on the doomsday door fell to the floor,
Generations with no ceiling over war.
A warning bell from the UN shakes the air,
The clock feels heavier, the future bare.
A promise of a brand-new deal is cast,
With China in the circle, shadows long and vast.
Between the red lines and the satellite light,
We hold our breath through another night.
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We ride the fault line, torn between fear and fire,
Headlines thunder, hearts climb higher.
When the bridges burn or blaze anew,
Sing it louder—what will we choose?
From broken vows to blazing flame,
We are the chorus, we shout our name.
Across desert halls where peacemakers meet,
A frozen wire hums with returning heat.
After talks on Ukraine, the generals call,
Old doors crack open in a guarded hall.
Soldiers go home in a careful trade,
A soft relief where hard plans are made.
The silence breaks, not quite a truce,
But static gives way to a fragile use.
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We ride the fault line, torn between fear and fire,
Headlines thunder, hearts climb higher.
When the bridges burn or blaze anew,
Sing it louder—what will we choose?
From broken vows to blazing flame,
We are the chorus, we shout our name.
In the great newsroom, the lights run low,
A mass layoff winds like a winter blow.
The boss steps down, late to the pain,
Seen at a party while jobs went down the drain.
The guild calls it overdue, hard and raw,
A paper’s soul tested by a brutal saw.
Jeff D’Onofrio takes the helm tonight,
To steer what’s left through a storm-tossed fight.
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The Pentagon slams a scholarly gate,
Calling Harvard “woke,” resetting the slate.
Training cut, fellowships turned away,
Certificates fade with the end of a day.
A standoff with power, money in the air,
Other ivies lined up for the same hard stare.
Ranks bristle at the culture war spin,
Where books and boots both claim to win.
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We ride the fault line, torn between fear and fire,
Headlines thunder, hearts climb higher.
When the bridges burn or blaze anew,
Sing it louder—what will we choose?
From broken vows to blazing flame,
We are the chorus, we shout our name.
In Oman’s hush, the messages move,
Indirect voices find a cautious groove.
Tehran says it’s a start worth keeping,
Washington calls it good, eyes not sleeping.
Witkoff and Kushner sit near the line,
Admiral Cooper a steel-backed sign.
More rounds promised after phones all ring,
A thin new thread on a tightening string.
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From San Siro roar to the Dolomites’ glow,
The Games ignite where cold winds blow.
Carey’s cry, Bocelli’s flame,
Pausini’s vow to lift the name.
Flames rose in both cities bright,
Mountains answered with silver light.
A new wild climb joins the stage,
The world laces up, turns the page.
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We ride the fault line, torn between fear and fire,
Headlines thunder, hearts climb higher.
When the bridges burn or blaze anew,
Sing it louder—what will we choose?
Treaties fall, lines return, presses bleed, torches rise—
Turn up the amps, tear up the skies.
On this edge of storm and shine,
We are the spark—
Now draw the line.
