The blood you’ve spilled

shall never fill

the the gnawing beast that bites you still

It grows only larger as you kill

An empty hole you can’t refill.

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The second poem in a set of three, this poem was not really meant for Azog personally, but for all of the orks together. I never really understood why the orks find so much pleasure in the pain of others, and this came to mind. I have also never understood how orks reproduce, having never seen a female one out of the thousand or so they show. This troubles me still.