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       If you are there or somewhere here: Lord: so you love me surely: and: you would not want me to
perished and sacrificed myself in cruel pains.
       I can not be a Christian: Lord - I would no longer live from the fear and suffering:      your
religion is not salvation for me: I'm hereditarily anxious and frightened:         from an occasional
intimidating upbringing of the hard-working: more confused Liptov-folks.
       :I'mm still horrify with the same sort of serious speech: that: "if you do not do that    - it
will be bad - because one suffocated like this and his child died: he open the door:   and breaks the
baby's back - Orava and Liptov life full of stories about lost lives: frozen boys and lung cancer.
       Someone has a weaker psyche and this destroys her: and: someone will finding in this the fuel:
for a tumultuous evening prayer. I can not believe: that: those harsh early-feudal stories:    have a
relationship to my life: that: every little act: what I have done whimsically: every word:     what I
have just said naively and lightly - is deposited somewhere to the weight:    and: they will scare me
there: until the end and forever.
       I know: that: I will go to hell Lord: because I'm saying it: as if I have the choice    - that
there is some possibility to choose God: or not to choose - but: Lord: you know:    I try not to hurt
others: and not to steal: and not to kill: and to live in no case just for myself       - but I don't
believe in you - it's up to you .. I hope you will not be so vain: and:          you will not damn me
therefore.
       :And if you will: so we have nothing more to say:      you are just another of those miserable
powerful self-devourers.