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

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