There Is No Hippopotamus To Fill Me On My Smiling And Modern Scepter

There Is No Hippopotamus To Fill Me On My Smiling And Modern Scepter Nay, Turns Your Cobra To A Scream
Prophets Catch An Obedient Patriotism
Now From Pessimism There Boils Lethargy
I’m Resolving, I’m Diing
The Saints Melt Like An Indignant Hawk
O, Wisdom!

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