Hearts are muscles
With horns like Rams
When one breaks
Hatred surfaces
The hearts
Positives and negatives
Are the horns
Thou catch the Rams
By the horns
The horn relaxes and contracts
And blood waters the gardens
The date ripens
Dry season dawns
And the horn dries
The heart famines
And hatred surfaces
The hearts
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