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and why, I ask, have I been commissioned to such luck that precludes a life of happiness &joy? for I am not a polygamist heathen, borne of olde, with self-righteous intents. nor do I seek pleasures in damp places that spore the dark. this dance of doom and damnation is not due me. I have committed no evil that cannot be repent. the venacular I have chosen entails no conspiracy against humanity or earth; I speak only what I know in the abscence of blessing and conscience. yet I am drafted into the ranks of atheists cast like a lepar from the society you model and marionette. my soul lies in a bedpan of excrement and disgust to your fault. my life is but an autumn leaf beneath the hoof of a horse called progression