The Stank Weed (Twenty-One Years Old, Father of Two, Colonist of New America) 1693

I too have seen thine destruction cometh upon thee. I Have tasted over and over the vile addiction which thee induces into thee temple. Spit out its darkish matter which it hath left on thee tongue, in thee throat. Yet, still I transgressed. So, I too have sailed across those waters marked “Hazardous” and “Dangerous” accordingly, I paid the both no attention at all. But, as the last days comes upon thee spirit, upon thee soul, I must start adhering to those same signs that are supposed to avail every traveler with facilitation to each persons life with its addictive properties, but like so many, I too disobeyed its warning signs. And there is always penances for disobedience aft. I am starting to hear the signs deep inside my lungs. Starting to feel the aftermath since partaking in its addictive qualities since the age of wee ought eight. Then too, I must start the healing afore thee death befalls thee temple which is nigh assuredly. So too must ye!