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

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