Stevie Nicks tried to warn you.

I petition you, brothers, to examine the hidden sorrows brought on by your masculine dispensation. Your unearned honor. Hear the thunderous voice of a goddess with all of her feminine rage before it’s too late. Heed her warnings or tremble in trepidation when her silence comes crashing down. For the moon will shut up its radiance, commanding the seas to toss you with fury and swallow you down. The sun will vanish from your skies while the darkness pries open your haughty eyes and forces you to recognize her light through your repentant tears. A weeping and gnashing of teeth. A wearing of ashes and sackcloth. But, none will mourn for you when her divine hand comes down, raining ruin upon your heads. Turn and be saved, brothers. Turn and be saved.