Founder's Canon
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The sky is falling
I’m screaming and calling
War blades are glistening
But nobody’s listening
Famine is coming
But no one is running
The Word does reveal
But none think that it’s real
Wanna make them aware
But not one of them cares
All they do is just stare
And pretend I’m not there
So go think I’m crazy
You cannot erase me
When arriveth this Storm
You can’t say you weren’t warned
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