Somewhere in the distance there's a figure standing proudly. Arms raised toward the heavens, she's commanding space and time to crack. It's raining. It's alarming. I see mountains on their backs. The blood red river rises. Armies on all sides a**ailing all that creeps. Should I stand here like a sheep and dye a target on the space between my eyes? Should I run? Should I sleep? Should I mumble words to she who sees me naked from all sides? Is it all a little late to start believing? Oh I believe all sides... Oh anything...