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