Founder's Canon
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Kill me curse me bash me hate me
Fill me nurse me lash me greatly
Beat me till my blood runs out
And bash your fists into my mouth
And stab some blades into my eyes
Attach some gashes to my thighs
Rip me tear me snuff me out
Gently wear my trust with doubt
Blow my eardrums and my brains
And rid the world through splatterings
And better things are sure to come
If I am patient, and I’m dumb

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