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