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The Mordorion National Anthem (With apologies to Wm. Blake)
Did hobnail boots from Morgul Vale
Walk up the crags to Orodruin;
And was the home of Uruk-hai
In Mordor's ill-fed wrack and ruin!
And did the Dark Lord's dread design
Spew forth upon the countless hordes?
And was Barad-dur builded here
Among the slag heaps of Mordor?
Bring me my bow all ebon' stained;
Bring me my chain mail rusted hard:
Bring me my spear with poison tip!
Bring me my crooked scimitar!
I shall not sleep in Lugbúrz's shade
Until a Tark dies by my sword!
And we rebuild tall Barad-dur
Among the slag heaps of Mordor!
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And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
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