In Egypt, when you steal,
You don't get no meal.
They cut your hands off,
So you can't steal no more.
I have an obsession,
With the books of Nei,
I went to His library,
And started to read therein.
But then Nyarlathotep came,
"Do you want to go insane?
Do I have to cut your hands too,
To you my books are taboo."
He warned me many times,
Even in between the lines.
So I said to Him:
"I'm just borrowing them!"
Still He hit me on my hands,
I am like a little child;
So curious and so bright
Knowledge is my second name,
I choose not to go insane!
