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