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One has lost his rank and standing

At the chords of the crier

And one, his fire, a pair of dead globes

By the hands of a liar

To have the dead hand raised

To have the dead hand raised

Heat rose to sever a new line

On a pedestal in fire

Bellowed as the hammer on a plank

Earnest words of a liar

To have the dead hand raised

To have the dead hand raised

Clotted lungs and a boneless messenger

He is the smoke of a pyre

And from hills hither, another beam

Moved by the hands of a liar