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 [bad word] they bespeak.

Such opulent shadows
Give pause to the valorous
Their silence is the wish of the blackguard
Benighted, admonished to [bad word] 
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.