Dispelling Charms

Let’s give the stuffed shirts a future they never planned by gaining converts until the guild is out-manned with truth till it hurts each serpent brand in their hand. I shall not give out one iota of passion to scoundrels devout; I seize their lies of ration. Malthusian doubt cannot defeat compassion. Love conquers by choice the demons exalting doom by raising our voice until there is no more gloom in lungs that rejoice the gift of creation’s bloom.