Cloistered Men of Dark

You cloistered men of dark. I turn to you and all you give is opinion. I am now done with this and forever shall remember the words that you spoke. The ones that turned the throngs away from the kneeler and the poor in spirit from the blessings that abounded. I now go to read the pages of fortune and face-to-face speak that births knowing and thought. I now turn to the gritted filth of the unkempt and tell them of my intentions. Intentions that are good even if not kept. For, what more can one desire than for another soul to simply offer themselves?