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