It was the revelation you spoke of As the grey spun it’s way to dark red The townsfolk laughed and played Laughed and played like a million things To never be spoke of again It appeared to you in a dream As you woke up in a cathedral in Rome The clergymen overflowing you like some sort of unnecessary waterfall You realized not all is lost and none is found It was midday in the plains of the old age An ancient leader stood before you speaking Why have you killed my brethren today he cried Impervious to your unidentified plight Lift your spirit and sing to his battered soul Until tonight you had been asleep But with the hand of god I have brought you forth Worship what you will and say what you must Swim in the lake and climb the highest mountain You are in my hands now and my hands will not fail.