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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