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