In Patmos' solitude, John did stand, As God's command echoed across the land. "Write what you've seen, past visions gleam, Record the present, in the now, esteem. Yet, not just now, but future's sway, The unfolding tale, as time gives way. Inscribe the past, the present, the morrow's kiss, In ink of truth, let all be witnessed." [Outro]
