John, may your journey be safe and sound,
Guided by your variable gravity’s bound.
Until you reach the ultimate station,
In 2036, your sacred destination.
From your Throne, omniscient you’ll be,
Guiding mankind through the vast time sea.
Shield us from unrest, from Waco’s strain,
Ensure our fate is free from pain.
Together, we’ll sing the secret song,
With you, our guide, we shall belong.
Through the ages, a melody so clever,
Echoing in our hearts, and forever.