I never wanted it to be like this.
I never wanted to lock my own mother in the basement.
Never wanted her to be trapped in the darkness,
but now it's too late. I can't change the past.
My soul is not pure. My soul will burn in hell.
…For eternity for I am her son.

I step outside. It's raining.
Ow! Every drop burns my skin and soul.
God is watching over me.
God is punishing me.
God is preparing me for hell.

I start to cry alone in the darkness.
My mascara is now all over my face.
My braces melt in the fire.
…The fire rain in the darkness.

While my body and soul burns I start looking at the bright sides.
At least my mother is safe in the incredibly dark basement.
When it seems like all you're made to do is suffer, you'll be pleased to know that miracles do occur.

-Jökull Logi Arnarsson