Founder's Canon
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f you’re sick, I want to heal you
If you’re evil then I’ll kill you
If you have a loving heart
Then you and I shall never part
I’ll heal your wounds when you are cut
And I will free you when you’re stuck
And if I see you self-destruct
Then I will pick the pieces up
And I will glue them back no worse then
You were as your former person
And though things may had to worsen
You can see now it was worth it
For you see, I have the power
To grow seeds right into flowers
To follow Me’s not dumb, you see
You’re a new creation ’cause of me
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