It all began in the water, it all returns to the water.
in Other words, water is life, yet death Too.
The mother bears us, and a devouring serpent.
All things in flux, and not even time can go against the current.
Like a boat tossed about on a great river, in the end too it is merely devoured.
Ahh, cruel uncertain providence.
But that cruelty and uncertainty have already forgotten
The face of their most beloved mother.
I will become a serpent, open my mouth, and devourer billions of lands.
An eternal void, never filled.
An eternal pleasure, never satiated
You Must change, all things, (at long last), and return to my Maw

Oroboros