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

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