Founder's Canon
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Someone please release me
From this terrible disease
I’m aching, shaking, waiting
For some kind of sweet relief
Oh, lift me up, or tear me down
It matters not the least to me
Just take away, or take my brain
Off of this temporary pain
I wait in vain for hands to heal
For sky to split itself, reveal
The reason for my sickness, still
I get no peace, no help, no pill
I’m left to suffer all alone
Inside my head I call my home
Oh God, I pray you’ll take this soon
Before I surely meet my doom

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