If I go crazy you owe me a lot
You must take upon the curse of farag's rot
You've got to care for FakeXim and feed him by hand
And Property of FakeXim will that hand he brand

You must keep the sacred shouts alive each day and night
And always find Xandor with which to pick a fight
You're gonna go all out so in my madness I can see
You getting scared, cowering, covered in your pee

You call me strong, then call me weak, well screw you
Now that I think about it, I hate you too
I'll kill you the first chance I get
But wait, there's more, don't you fret

You're a nuisance and a drain on me, bitch
I shall scratch that which is you, an annoying itch
Don't stop me now I'm on a roll
I'll cover your face in hot coal

- Love your best friend, Ximili. Sorry that the days of constant
arenasparring are never coming back

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Aeguary, in the year 283 AF.