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