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On the broken lane

In filthy rags

The dog seeks to corrupt

His surroundings to him

The ravaged pride, undeserved

You look like a man

Yet you die like a dog

A want for nothing

Save virtue, no power

He bleeds in lamplight day

But no honesty

No gods, no man

Can be used

Use reckons self beneath

Reflecting back

You look like a man

Yet you die like a dog

A king commands not dogs

Decree on high of noble blood

But the dogs do not stir

Nothing to take

But the dogs do not stir