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