Treasure Island

Reverend Peter John Silvia


The House Of Selfish Men


The house of selfish men is

not indicated on our decency map. They

wish to remain retrospective while

in heavy pursuit of stolen dreams

and souls in anonymous disregard.

They reject all patented assertions

we might impose upon them for any

righteous cause which does not

fulfill their agenda. How sad

that they lack all knowledge of

the salt of the earth unless they

can exploit it through their

bastardization of its culture and values

in contemptible sway of their false

profits. Lower than them, there

exists on this scale of serrated

destiny, but none so equal in folly or masquerade (.

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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