I bow before thee, a mere mortal. You hath performed miracles within my household and I am truly thankful. Yesterday, I playethed a Queen CD, one that included thy masterpiece "Too Much Love Wilst Smite Thee." Lo and behold! Thy beautiful voice cured my Budgie of constant flatulence and caused all manner of vermin to exit my dwelling.

Yes, I am a martyr for you and your cause and hath suffered punishment from law enforcement officers. Not long ago, I purchased a copy of Bang. Whilst driving home at top speed to readeth thy word, I got a ticket for speeding. When I finally arrived home, I wanted to enlighteneth the mind of my husband, so I read aloud from this precious tome. He began making rude remarks which drove me to smite him mightily about the head with the book.

Then, he summoned the police. There is some good news, however. Whilst smiting my infidel husband, I broketh the spine of my treasured tome, so I must purchase a new copy of Bang after I getteth out of jail.

I am serving my time in a meaningful way. The law enforcement officials readily agreed upon my offer to readeth to fellow prisoners. They hath purchased a copy of thine book, but decided that reading aloud would constitute cruel and unusual punishment. Those infidels! I pray that thou shalt smite them or give them some sort of plague. At least I have convinced them not to serve Albacore Tuna for our meals.

Keep rocking on, O Powerful and Wise God!

Sincerely,

Ms. Hedupmyarse

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