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