"Finally your priest has gone leaving Marie to carry on the work, the relic floats
above a pool in the floor in which live three carp. As Marie watches the relic
drops into the pool, it becomes alive and with a swish of its tail it disappears
into the depths, She is taken aback as an image of a man standing in seawater
close to the shore is imprinted on her mind, he leans forward and brings out
of the water a fish exactly the same as the relic, it moves in his hand but then
becomes quite rigid and takes on the form of a lamp again. She realizes who the
man is and thinks to herself Yes, John is a fisher and would be a fisher of men."
Now the story's ending the priest has left her tending
His passions and his dreams
We did what we could to carry the word to the good
We put up a hell of a fight
Our plan to spread the word
Was sadly never heard, dismay
But John's holy word is passed on
To true believers to this day, they say
Barren without issue I am the last of my line
Sadly the world will continue to follow a lie
Though living my life full of pride...
..it's hard to face
This great, this great denial
Now I must tend that which I can't comprehend
What part this old relic plays in our story
My mind full of pictures shows me it's true path to glory
Inside the tower is a pool full of power
Sometimes shallow sometimes deep
My vision tells me to set the fish free
And with a swish of its tail it swims deep
In the depths of the pool there is a man standing in golden light
His cohorts cry John you're a fisher of men so right
The vision so strong fades away
I'm overwhelmed but I must face the rest of the day
Proven but that's not to say
It's right, not a great, a great, a great denial
People have worshipped Christ for 2000 years or more
A moral usurper of that we can be sure
They pray out of habit but surely there must be more
They pray with a poisoned mind
A thousand thoughts run through my mind
What we could have achieved with time
We tried so hard to give them more
Our money and our will to help the poor
We gave them stature and the right
To worship whatever deity they like
We hoped they'd take a different road
But in hindsight though they'll worship who they're told
Now that our tale's been told
I'm feeling so very old
Too old to continue this fight
They were given a choice to stand with what's right
But they eschew all, despite the warnings of the past
The warnings of the last to see
Browbeat into silence, the real truth ignored, denied
A messiah deemed a savior, in reality
An emperor without any clothes
John's the true savior
His ring adorns the finger of the pope
One day the truth will be known
But until there will only be
The great, the great denial
Step into the future there's something you have to know
A new world arises scales will fall from their eyes and show
A new world order based on the truth not a tome
Decreed by a failing Rome
Footnote:
The ring worn by modern Popes is the Ring of John, the fisher of men.
So in fact people who worship the Pope are in fact
Worshipping John and not Jesus Christ
