Rym, you live in twiddling idiocy
You try to convince us of your insanity
But please, please spare us your fiendish glee
I know it is hard to keep from tackling me
But Rym, you forget, that you ARE me

Rym, you live in terrible insanity
With yourself, you do plea
To keep this blessed land completely free
From your blessing of insanity
But Rym, you forget, with this, you were cursed times three

Rym, you Idiot of Insanity
May die very quietly
If by the Muloindun in the silver bubble sea
Or by being crushed by a falling tree
But Rym, please die quietly for me

The Tattered Remnants of the Insane One's Shredded Sanity

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 243 AF.