These towers serve to mark the lower mass graves
Each pillar of stone, a nail through the necks of slaves
Beneath the shadows of the Crown; in the streets they lay
Sewer-bound, unified by virtues and decay.

The rats reap the bitter [bad word] of the wasteful lords
How great the mercy of the famished hordes
Larvae of parasites teem beneath the throne
Monarchs may one day choke upon their bones

vermin congregation – a beggar’s battalion
Pariah population – the corpse of a stallion
Sermons sung to decimate the cancer of greed
 [bad word] to infest the estates…to let the starving souls feed.

Thus would the vilest of men don the gilded flesh of devils and appoint themselves among the righteous. And with pernicious [bad word]  craft the inversion – the illusion of virtue that would be the plinth under which the vermin are [bad word]  living in filth as crippled worms coiled about the oppressive monolith. Starve as they will, the keepers offer mere scraps to the imprisoned rabble. But look past the stone despot’s glory, for you my yet see the jaws of the Jagged Crown. Move swiftly and united with the blessed swarm, lest you hang helplessly as a solitary morsel in the fingers of a gluttonous lower god.