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...