Ljóð eftir mig, eða setningar, er varla ljóð.
spái mjög lítið í ljóðareglunum.

Let me tell you. My world was once beautiful
I could see the sun rise and watch the trees grow
There was life, and a meaning so heartful
Everything fitted together, like an endless flow

It was mother nature. My peace, our protector.

Then you came along. You had to be born.
You took my nature, my god, my soul.
My life you took, and my dreams you torn
Never in my life had I seen anything so foul.

It was human nature. My death, our plague.

If there had been a god, the almighty one
he would have never inflicted you apon us.

If there had been mother nature, the all loving one
the perfect flow would have worked. And you wouldn' be born.

Now I sit here. In a belt of endless stars
and hoping that you will die out soon
for all the damage you have done.
but that's just wishful thinking

At this rate, I will be dying first

Takk fyrir. (Mér finnst ég skrifa betur á ensku, btw)
“Our enemies are innovative and resourceful, and so are we. They never stop thinking about new ways to harm our country and our people, and neither do we.”