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