Gateways span the diocese Where the patriarchs nest Under the veils of rosaries And the aegis of the blessed
Where the exarchs patrol Consuls of contracts and vice In search of weary souls Desperate to pay their price.
These are the things called forth by the rectors To make feasts of the meek Sowing debt as seeds to an orchard For the corruption they bespeak.
Such opulent shadows Give pause to the valorous Their silence is the wish of the blackguard Benighted, admonished to trust. The caitiffs will settle for servitude The sick will give of their flesh Desponding minds are prospective possessions For malefactors to divest.
Talons grip the treasures and troves Sharp tongues harvest the hatred of the poor
The clout of despots and demagogues lives on Through the power of this conspiracy, forevermore.