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