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Founder's Canon
January 19, 2026
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elusional illusion, confused and used to bruises

The fuse is the problems reduced to tightened nooses The truth is, life couldn’t hang me if it tried I refuse it from insanely deep inside I can prove it, you just name the place and time I’ll remove it, turn around and face the tide And I’ll use it to improve my way of life Making darkness turn into a ray of light

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