Supernova

I'm going to let the Fates do,
what they do best...

As for the rest,
they can fuckin' burn...
I'm awaiting my turn.

I flee the safety of my home,
row out into the storm,
in spite of myself,
everyone, everything around me...

There are no gods:
only money-grubbing men.
And myself, the patron saint
of reckless young sailors.

If I die,
bury me in the 
cold sea...