Founder's Canon
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Push me once more, you’ll receive
The pain you’ve inflicted on me
I’ll beat you till you flow with blood
But still, that will not be enough
I’ll bring my fist back to your face
The air you breathe is such a waste
My fist completes one more attack
Each time it does, I get you back
I put both hands around your throat
And laugh while you begin to choke
Now which one of us is weak?
Who now is too afraid to speak?
Those feelings they were never mine
I waited for the perfect time
And now I let you go and laugh
For you have tasted half my wraith
I would have given all to you
But wanted you to know all through
That all the power lies with me
So don’t you ever fuck with me

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