On your wedding day,
With Aeon I will curse,
every day I see you,
it will just get worse.

I will hypnotize,
and then make you dance,
and force you to greet our patron,
in your underpants.

Stupidity and webbing,
paralyze you till you fall,
dementia and broken bones,
I will do it all.

I will make you spank yourself,
and call yourself Mannimar,
I'll make you wear a bunny suit,
and dance on tables at a bar.

Erotic images in your mind,
and for these there are no ends,
I will cuddle your enemies,
and bother family and friends.

Because I am just that great,
It cannot be said in verses,
I am the world's most amazing
Master of all curses.


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Sarapin, in the year 602 AF.