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And when he is tired, he lays himself down to rest. 100 words as counted by MS Word.
Flames and rage and blood in his mouth, oh so bitter for all the salt in this wound, gollum, a pounding in his ears and a screaming of his soul and, traitor, it all comes down to this.
Precious,
and the world is right again.
Gollum has his ecstasy, this doom and the wind that turns fire to ash and ash to dust and dust to bare, bare land, and he is singing, Gollum is singing to the tune of the troubled sky and fire, fire, fire,
and Sméagol smiles and his hand falls open and he goes to sleep.