Founder's Canon
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can feel myself rising with the smoke
Up to meet the sky in broad daylight
Drifting up until I bang my brain
On an errant cloud
And the entire sky collapses on top of me
Swallowing me deep into the darkest pit
Of a God-shaped void drilled directly into my heart
Spinning, spiraling pieces fly into the air
Gliding gently, swiftly to their places
Ready at any moment to protect their leader
From potential self-assassination
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