Founder's Canon
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xistence is dreary
I find myself weary
Of constantly giving
The effort of living
I wish I would not
That my breathing would stop
And mostly that I
Would hurry up and die
Just fall dead in my tracks
But it seems I am trapped
In this body, I’m stuck
And my God, does it suck!
So all my days I spend
Just a’wondering when
No more days will begin
And it finally ends
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