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