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