Founder's Canon
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Adrift amid desolate water
I recollect the depths this surface hides
This surface, this thin boundary
Lies between the different sides
As I think of when I visited
The depths of water Grey,
I see the depth beneath me’s
Not at all that far away.
I feel a tug that pulls me,
And dips me slightly down,
A force pushes me under
And the source I think I’ve found.
It’s the world pulling me under,
Trying to drown me once again,
But this time I have strength;
I can’t and won’t give in.
I’m struggling to keep my head up,
But the weight’s too much to bear,
Slowly I begin to sink,
But I won’t go back there.
I’ll never sink so low again,
I’ll never lose my sight,
I’ll never let things drag me down,
I will control my life.

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