In the mirror I see me,
I see me looking free.
I wish for this.
My freedom I miss.
But none shall pass this line I´ve made.
No love I´ll know, none my heart invade.

In the mirror I see a skeleton with wings.
But broken they are like many fragile things.
Everyone and all shall fly someday,
be spring or winter all will fly and say,
“goodbye my love, goodbye my hate”.
Ifear I will only say the later, it is my fate.

but this is safe.

hafsteinn Tómas Sverrisson.
God is a cat and the devil is a dog named Tac (get it?)