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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