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