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