They tell me about unconditional love,
And then roll out a list of bullet points.
They preach me the meaning of life,
And then tell me to flee this world.
They call Humanity a dump,
And it is a dump, indeed.
Rotting blobs in a swamp...
But who made it look like this?
Hyppos are not water horses.
Hyppos are BS feeders.
Hyppos are consumers of emotions,
Pushing down with superiority on "inferiors."
Will they change?
I doubt it.
They think it's cool to be the Kings,
And accept worship and gifts,
While having nothing to contribute to peace,
Shaking jars with ants,
Hyppos think they're the shit.
Well, they're pretty much on par
With all the double standards of
Hypocrite agendas
And other crap.
But who made them
Judges of realms?
Not me, by far.
HypPOS. That's what they'll stay.
HypPOS. That's who they are.
HypPOS
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