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