Founder's Canon
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f we loved everyone as our child,
The world would be a better place
And if you do not run
You can’t finish the race
The world is made of rock
Surrounded endlessly by space
Your pupils shine like lasers
And rainbows form your face
A walking, talking chemical
Reaction’s all we are
Reality is mostly emptiness
Between the stars
Just walking spine and brain
With branching nerves a’forming arms
Guided by the things that seem
To cause the lesser harm
But no matter what decision
You are weighing in your palms
There is a good decision
That will always keep you calm
Pitch away your problems
Eliminate your qualms
Love them like a child
Just love them till they’re gone
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