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