Patmos is calling, soon I depart, I will not return
I have had a good life. You can take a look.
Up to now I've authored four books.
One made the Gospels, epistles: three. Exile won't deprive.
God's guaranteed me that you'll still read me, when I write Book Five.

Worthy is the Lamb
Ah
"Alpha and Omega, First and Last I AM"

Laodicea, I know your works, neither cold nor hot
I'll be called to heaven where there's song galore led by elders twenty and four
Only the Li(o)n can open the seals much as we contrive
God's guaranteed me that you'll still read me, when I write Book Five.

Then the tribulation starts with seals and
trumpet sounds and bowls This will not be fun.
Man will seek to die
Ah
Moses and Elijah
Martyred to the sky

Two hundred million march from the North, 'gainst Jerusalem
Battle so one-sided we can only say, hope is surely wasting away
God intervenes and Jesus returns. Pace is overdrive
God's guaranteed me that you'll still read me, when I write Book Five.