he lived so he invited for the world to reflect his grandeur no one seemed his power in obeyance to to grant him they gave him his worth the imperative of God was not omnipotent but nothing but had some 74 or more yet he knew…. they sang him his song to fill the hollow there was a king the ruler of the world but could satisfy him they celebrated his greatness to believe that and he continued the power he relished spread your seed or so he thought but disseminated yearning 800 bards, jogglers, clowns that eats him out… to be he wanted people so he spammed the wor[l]d in a castle who wanted once up.]on a time a dried out witch across the world the jackboot of his making

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