Is not F understood sixth in this tongue? But whence comest thou F?
Ah, I had a simple beginning. I was born a Phoenician; I lived by the great sea, on her eastern side. My visage and temper was not the same then—I looked and sounded different in those days. But by the Grecians I was undone; soon they split me asunder. I was almost lost, indeed, part of me died. But I was determined; I was determined to have my place of exaltation. Although I was split, in Graece I doubled.
O my darling Rome, how long I waited for you! You brought me identity, I boast F by you. I truly came from you, and from thence, I have endeavored to double you. As in Graece, but thrice, now I have become a web, an infrastructure. Many on the earth depend on me; and I grow every day. All mankind worships me and exalts me. Countless monies are tithed toward my destiny. I have become a de facto ruler world wide. Soon, I will control everything that is accomplished on the earth. Even now, any who hinder my praise are put to shame; I am like a god. I started simply, long ago, but have patiently, and resolutely, become glorious. My name is F, I am six…and much awaits me.
Ah, a fair lineage indeed brazen F, but your sorry end is known. Praise be to the Conqueror—His name is Jesus Christ.