Founder's Canon
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Come with me! Leave your body behind
The time for the unlocking of your mind has arrived
No use blocking, your eyes must defy the sunshine
You will find stopping so bright but realize
There’s no use trying to stop it, take our lives
Pop it, close your eyes tight and get ready to fight
For your life, what sun would burn your eyes lifted to flight?
It’s alight, bright as white sunlight hitting the snow
Don’t you know? Christ! He will fight! He will burn
So you don’t have to know
The pain of sunshine or rain
Or of embers that glow
Icicles or snow
Rhyme rivers that trickle and flow
Didn’t you know
That down isn’t the up way to go?
You’re so slow
When will you stop putting up this front for your show?
So get down low if you know where you’re going
But excuse me, kind sir
(Your epidermis is showing)

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