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