Lesið og segið mér hvað ykkur finnst.

Guilty of suicide.

From the pink to the white,
blessed spores of the blight.
hastened sorrow, deadly hurt.
The selfish prisoner thrown in durt.
Deep in sorrow, curse his name,
he only worsened your endless pain.
Father screaming, mother crying,
brothers fighting, uncle sighing.
All hope gone, all faith banished,
before the time when he first vanished.<br><br>God is a cat and the devil is a dog named Tac (get it?)