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I'm an orc
A Morgul
day
In a deep and dark December
I'm alone
Gazing from my guard
post to the fields
below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of corpses.
I'm an orc,
An uruk-hai.
They've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I'm an orc,
An uruk-hai.
Don't talk of Dwarves,
But I've heard the word before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I've never met
Dwarves I never would have cried.
I'm an orc,
An uruk-hai.
I have my boots
Nazgul sorcery
to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Resting
in the guard
room, safe as
in a tomb.
I love
no one and no one loves
me.
I'm an orc,
An uruk-hai.
And an
orc feels no pain;
And an uruk-hai
never cries.
