||While I certainly, with every ounce of my being, respect the anthem which John Lydon [more akin to John Keats!] penned so eloquently as a gift to Queen Elizabeth, I must say that his decadent lifestyle upsets me tremendously. Oh, John, when will you live up to the name of Jesus' blessed cousin, realize your true poetic talent, and draw near to Christ? How long must we mourn, Mr. Lydon, for your hell-bound soul?
God save the Queen, but more importantly, may God save John's wretched soul and let his future work be used to glorify the name of our Father!