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