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

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