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