Taurus

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I am a bull waiting to ram.

I stay calm avoiding conflicts 

untill you raise the red flag.

Then we discover the true hues of crimson.

Don't cross me.

 

I've minded myself and you too, 

but now I've gotta strike.

My horns, once caught on you,

won't crack exposing a cornucopia.

I bring no peace. 

 

You will feel my fury 

You will snap under my hooves

You will exhale a pitiful last breath

And I will moan through my tears.

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