Something is coming, the One who has the final say in the affairs of men has readied Himself.
Oh that the strong would listen and take heed. But alas pride is the ruin of men.




Please, read this poem below, perhaps you will understand me better.

The Ides of March by Cat Russell

I knew his time was short:
his suffering would end

beginning another,
shoved into the dark
dusty corners of my mind.

Beware the Ides of March,
for when a life ends
others are changed.
Knowing it’s coming

does not lessen the pain.

A revolution is coming