Dear Lord of these lands,
Your bounty knows no bounds. You have kindly given us peasants gifts greater than the gods have ever given, showered us with favors that others can only dream of. What you have done for us is so far beyond what anybody has done, prometheus, the thief of light who brought it down to us humans doesn't have a standing among your contributions. Words fail to fully describe your generosity and kindness, we are beholden to you for all eternity.
Lord, your gift has made humanity one. The god beat us mortals back when we tried constructing the tower of Babel, but you've shown us that we can build the tower and make large comfortable rooms for all of us. Where us peasants live in the lowermost floors and you great lord live in every floor above us.
Lord, you are everywhere. You are inside a bug, you are in the walls, you are in the sky, you are in the forest. There is no running away from you. You see all, you know all. And yet you never make a big deal out of it, every time you act like a mere mortal, choosing to not display your omniscience. Your humility knows no bounds.
Lord, you are omnipotent. The greatest armies of the world, the most powerful nations of the glove dare not even touch you, for they know what the consequences are. You can do anything, to anybody, at any time, and there is not a single person who will be able to do anything against you. You are truly all-powerful, in a way gods of the past have never been to.
Dear lord, we are beholden to you, these peasants thank us for your bounty, your kindness, your humility, and your gift to the world. May you live forever and ever, till the end of eternity, Lord Fuckerburg.
- The lowly peasants at your service
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