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