Founder's Canon
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Your pain is mine, I feel it deep
And for your bind these lashes weep
Your road is long and wide and steep
But still upon it do you keep
And so I’m forced to shy away
To wait till you realize and say
That you must save your life today
No matter what the price you pay
That there’s nothing you won’t give up
To have the floodgates slam right shut
To rid yourself of your “bad luck”
And in this snare no more be stuck
Your hands they hold your tightened noose
So if from it you pray be loosed
Then change the choices that you choose
Before your essence we all lose

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