He is the man up stairs.
He, who knows it all.
Weight of the world bears.
He, who makes us fall
-and beg for realization.

We fall before him and adore.
He, who is so wise.
He can not forgive anymore
so the world cries.
-Pleading for forgiveness.

He has no mercy left to show.
He, who is father of all.
Now the world has to blow.
Sins of mankind was its fall.

-On doomsday´s dawn
everything is gone
except for the eternal silence.

Jó. Ma
Jóhanna Margrét Sigurðardótti
Why be normal, when strange is much more interesting