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