15 years came to pass after discovering cracks in this ancient code. A code which, on deciphering, has been my guiding light. My investigations led me to a Chapel situated in a remote Scottish village. The world was waiting for the descendants of Park to rise up and declare the Bible incomplete.
I may be one of the Son’s of Park, yet the real truth that lay deep within both the Scotchland chapel and my fractured journey, is that “Park is truly the Son of Marshall”.
Ancient inscriptions and dusty texts threw my search backwards and forwards again and again, only to keep revealing the same passage, over and over and over. The open ending for which I searched, simply did not exist. It was a dead end every time, but a dead end put there on purpose. It’s purpose for the last 2000 years was to lead me to this perpetual message:
“Pater noster, qui es in caelis:
sanctificetur Nomen Tuum;
adveniat Regnum Tuum;
chord trio creatum smellslikum teen spiritum;
fiat voluntas Tua,
sicut in caelo, et in terra.
fagburnam lagerspillem ontoppat;
Panem nostrum cotidianum da nobis hodie;
Turnem volumum upto evelenem;
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
Sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris;
Soundem oldschoolium with reverbatum;
et ne nos inducas in tentationem;
sed libera nos a Malo.”
Roughly translated it can be read as
Our Father, which art in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy Gain.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done,
in earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our waily lead.
And forgive us our trespass,
As we forgive them that desecrate our bandstand.
And feedback not into temptation;
But deliver us from evil.
[For thine is the kingdom, the power chord, and the glory,
For ever and ever.]
It was at this point I knew I was the decedent of Park, Son of Marshall and was now in fear of my life.