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

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