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