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