The predicted

"Dead through spite", he said

But he's not always right. 

He was just a mortal man..

"Sad concepts will come to harm each one, Temporal dignified, the Mass to succeed."

What does he mean? 

The rise of the feminine,  its long overdue:

"Women in mourning, the pestilent she−monster: The Great One to be no more, all the world to end."

Great mother is wakening, she is long tired:

"After great trouble for humanity, a greater one is prepared, The Great Mover renews the ages."

Any port in a storm.

Why is he still with you?

they ask.

Are you not worth more?

How long till all resources run dry?

It's all give and not much take.

What am I waiting for?

Am I being unfair?

And the lies. Oh those lies.

All the stories in his head.

All those words better left unsaid. 

Ideas that shouldn't be misread, 

I'm thinking of my future with dread.

There's a storm out there

There's wind and waves crashing.

I cannot swim, I cannot float, I cannot breathe. 

This is a harbour, 

This is not my safe harbour. 

But it's any port in a storm