A thought for the day from: Peter Britt
Fallen to the dark, thy soul departs thee. Craven gold above all else and thou hast found it. Shining in thy hand, wealth steals thy conviction. Compassion escapes thee. Concern of thy belly, not thy brother, this way of self devours thee in greed. Alone in thy palace, thou wilst peer down upon the rest. Glare at the peasants, thy avericial dreams fulfilled. Thou standeth alone now, truly.
© 1998 Peter Britt Krystal Vision Productions
