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