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