500 miles to mordor
2026-04-28
this time it's different
sniff sniff i beg to differ,
this time dimmed light shines brighter than a motherfucker
i see
all those that came before me
all those that explored
is this body of use laid on the floor
referee this one reeks a foul odor
i walked 500 miles to mordor
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