f@#KING hakcer

There is a secret I've been keeping, a story true and genuine
And I have not the candid heart to keep it's burden clandestine
For it's gravity is as weighty as a mountain capped in snow
And it's memory repeats inside of me, ostinato
And every time I think of the Balrog, I recall
The fear upon their faces and the doomed fate of them all
I saw death become of light, and life become of fire
I saw it from my hiding place, within the quagmire
I bringeth forth the drama, unabridged, and unignored
The battle of the Balrog, and the mighty

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