Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.

I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.

Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,

For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails

The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…