Founder's Canon
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Rip the head off, shove it through
All the eyes can see is you
All they seem to do is stare
But body doesn’t seem to care
There’s lightning drops through trees of rain
I wish that God would cease this pain
But harder that I seem to pray
The more it will not go away
So kill me now before I die
And tear out eyes that only cry
For breaks are good for none involved
Two wrong’s not right, no problem solved

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