Hippo

Hippo

You look
out for
truth

It is
hidden

In the
darkness

Of the
Soul

Where no
man resides

Nor his
greed

And not
his Soul

All that
remains

Are dark
scars

Of the
beast behind

And the
unknown sight
ahead

You eyes
weary

Like that
of crocodile

In the
sun

And the
vast desert

Lookin for
one ounce
of chicken

And a
partner Hippo
to play with

Caution: This might be all theory

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