Supernova

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

As for the rest,
They can fucking burn...
I'll wait my turn.


I flee the safety of my home
And row out into the storm;
In spite of myself,
Everyone, and everything...


There are no gods,
Only money-grubbing men,
And myself, the patron saint
Of reckless young sailors.

If I die, then 
Bury me in the cold sea...