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