Mordor, Mordor or Mordor?

So I asked Claude to translate a little poemette of mine, preserving the rhyming schema. With our any other prompts, it came up with three versions - is this a new feature? Which version do you dislike the least?

First attempt:

Here we are, with Mordor stacked on Mordor's back,

Nothing left but turn our gaze up through the black,

Stare aghast at models, polls, and their projections,

Write reports that give us one week for corrections.

Here we are, in Mordor, where truth rarely springs

From debates that echo through these darkened rings;

Humans, dwarves, and elves and orcs all have their say,

But truth avoids these squabbles anyway.

Here we are, with Mordor stretching endlessly,

We dismiss it all with pure efficiency,

Walk along our Möbius strip of steel—

Just need fresh batteries to make it real.

Second attempt (trying to capture more of the casual tone):

Mordor piled on Mordor everywhere we look,

Nothing left but cast our eyes up like a hook,

Gaze in horror at the models and their polls,

Write that we've a week to save our weary souls.

Here in Mordor, stacked on Mordor, truth is rare,

Seldom born from arguments in poisoned air;

Men and dwarves and elves and orcs may have their say,

But truth won't join these futile games they play.

Mordor upon Mordor stretches past our sight,

We dismiss the whole damn thing with calm delight,

March along our Möbius strip with steady pace—

Just need fresh batteries to win this race.

Final version (aiming for perfect balance of tone and meaning):

Mordor stacked on Mordor, everywhere we turn,

Nothing left but skyward glances as we learn,

Staring at the models, polls that make us sigh,

Writing "just one week remains" as time slips by.

Mordor piled on Mordor, where truth seldom seems

Born from heated arguments or fevered dreams;

Humans, dwarves, and elves and orcs may stake their claim,

But truth wants no part in this endless game.

Mordor beyond Mordor stretches past our view,

We dismiss it all with tools both tried and true,

Walking on our Möbius strip with measured stride—

Just need fresh batteries to fuel our ride.