Yet with the mighty Gascot dead
We were not free from that he'd said
Our world was fake? 'Twas all I read
Anon an existential dread
Desires mine, which did he quash
Were my free will not naught but tosh?
Cling we to hope of false panache
All hail the New King, Aselosh.

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