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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.