Now that I am heathen
I remember my dreams
I have consciousness of time
And that life is very short

I am well in the streets
I am well in my head
And on my immaculate outfits
There is no more bloodstains

Now that I am heathen
I eat cookies

I do hunt
I do not linger
It's over all that wasted time
Idle at the Archway to Minia

I am more swift
I find myself pretty
It's over that black make up,
Gaunt pale skin and piercings

Now that I am heathen
I eat cookies

I can talk to people
Without wondering
Since I stopped blood rituals
I feel I am far less stupid

I am less sluggish
I am very positive
I have lots of conversations
It's over being alone in a dark place

Now that I am heathen
I eat cookies

I go fishing
And I'm more friendly
I stopped to spend my time
Without even reading a book

I feel free
Like a seagull
My eyes are no more glowing red
And I even wash my hair

Now that I am heathen
I eat cookies

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Miraman, in the year 651 AF.