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