"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