what we think we see<\/p>\n
is a bull<\/p>\n
a specimen, \u00a0strong<\/p>\n
as a bull can \u00a0be<\/p>\n
but in point of fact<\/p>\n
behind the scenes<\/p>\n
its been tortured actually<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
its horns are defiled<\/p>\n
its eyes are skewered<\/p>\n
its blood loss is a lot<\/p>\n
its a very angry frustrated<\/p>\n
bull<\/p>\n
fit, \u00a0No! \u00a0it is not<\/p>\n
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the ridiculousness<\/p>\n
not apparent<\/p>\n
the absurdity is there<\/p>\n
grotesque and kind of clownish<\/p>\n
its all there in the air<\/p>\n
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a tasteless tawdry spectacle<\/p>\n
a disconsolate affair<\/p>\n
a hopeless comfortless expressionless<\/p>\n
picture of despair<\/p>\n
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the entourage has softened<\/p>\n
up the creature he is tense<\/p>\n
in pain and very sore as well<\/p>\n
but he can now see sense<\/p>\n
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tortured they have sunk their knives<\/p>\n
into his broad back<\/p>\n
all his spirit has been sapped<\/p>\n
he’s kind of on the rack<\/p>\n
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he’s nervous and apprehensive<\/p>\n
but never overawed<\/p>\n
the satin clad young matador<\/p>\n
hopes he wont be gored<\/p>\n
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I for one am hopeful<\/p>\n
that this prancing dancing queen<\/p>\n
will feel the horn<\/p>\n
and see the dawn<\/p>\n
for he has never been<\/p>\n
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close to the bull’s brave aura<\/p>\n
with his cloak of gold and red<\/p>\n
prancing like some sick cartoon<\/p>\n
what is in his head<\/p>\n
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I dislike his revolting manner<\/p>\n
his uncaring point of view<\/p>\n
his brazenness, his pomposity<\/p>\n
his foppish garish brew<\/p>\n
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the effrontery and petulance<\/p>\n
the brashness that he holds<\/p>\n
resigned to humiliation<\/p>\n
as the battle thus unfolds<\/p>\n
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the audience is on the case<\/p>\n
a blast with echoes we<\/p>\n
suffer with our eardrums<\/p>\n
the exclamations \u00a0be<\/p>\n
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irregular and forbidding<\/p>\n
the culture of those who<\/p>\n
live and die in Spanish rings<\/p>\n
ravaged by the few<\/p>\n
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the wailing of the spirit<\/p>\n
the waning of the heart<\/p>\n
the whining of the creatures throat<\/p>\n
as the woefulness does start<\/p>\n
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a lamentable creation<\/p>\n
we elegize and we<\/p>\n
cannot explain its wretchedness<\/p>\n
and its loss of gravity<\/p>\n
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crestfallen looking haggard<\/p>\n
eyes bleeding red and sore<\/p>\n
a sea of inflammation<\/p>\n
and embarrassed even more<\/p>\n
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unable to strike heavily<\/p>\n
under enormous strain<\/p>\n
and blood loss like a storm surge<\/p>\n
a burden in the brain<\/p>\n
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more knives are out<\/p>\n
more blades are sunk<\/p>\n
a gushing feeling there<\/p>\n
the lungs are full of mucus<\/p>\n
which nobody’s aware<\/p>\n
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the victim was a bold knight<\/p>\n
mortified and lost<\/p>\n
impoverished by mounting stress<\/p>\n
at an ever growing cost<\/p>\n
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the bull fight lacking culture<\/p>\n
revolting to be sure<\/p>\n
detestable behaviour<\/p>\n
I mean whats it all for<\/p>\n
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really there’s no purpose<\/p>\n
its functionless and wrong<\/p>\n
it has a marked \u00a0irrelevance<\/p>\n
which is with me all along<\/p>\n
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motiveless and skittish<\/p>\n
erratic in a sense<\/p>\n
indisposed to struggle on<\/p>\n
and try to leap the fence<\/p>\n
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hit out at the audience<\/p>\n
draw their wrath and blood<\/p>\n
trample over children<\/p>\n
and cause really a flood<\/p>\n
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of tears and fears and wounding’s<\/p>\n
the severity is seen<\/p>\n
the doggedness of wanting<\/p>\n
always to look mean<\/p>\n
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the untruthfulness the lying<\/p>\n
the deception of it all<\/p>\n
the swindling skulduggery<\/p>\n
when ones back is against the wall<\/p>\n
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more knives are thrust in anger<\/p>\n
more blood is spilled for we<\/p>\n
can feel the weakness creeping into<\/p>\n
what our eyes can see<\/p>\n
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the ambush of the devils<\/p>\n
the trip wire pulling taut<\/p>\n
the guileful artful cunning<\/p>\n
that clearly now is sought<\/p>\n
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Bullfighting a misnomer<\/p>\n
an untruthfulness to boot<\/p>\n
an evasion of what we can see<\/p>\n
a distortion at the root<\/p>\n
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its all about an illusion<\/p>\n
a betrayal they conceal<\/p>\n
hugger mugger cloak and dagger<\/p>\n
his fate they surely seal<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
there’s no fight<\/p>\n
it was over before it all began<\/p>\n
premeditated murder<\/p>\n
everything to plan<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
random acts of valor<\/p>\n
sometimes spring to be<\/p>\n
but most bulls die of loss of blood<\/p>\n
and trauma actually<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
they sink down on the hot sand<\/p>\n
hallucinating there<\/p>\n
passing the blood through their lungs<\/p>\n
this then is despair<\/p>\n
the agony of torture<\/p>\n
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the \u00a0delirium creates<\/p>\n
the certainty of ending<\/p>\n
which rapidly placates<\/p>\n
the wounded soul sinks slowly<\/p>\n
eyes rolling side to side<\/p>\n
and passes over silently<\/p>\n
as its spirit is applied<\/p>\n
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Hathor \u00a0is the warrior God<\/p>\n
who listens from on high<\/p>\n
who suffers what the bulls now suffer<\/p>\n
just before they die<\/p>\n
the excruciating trauma<\/p>\n
the abject shafts of pain<\/p>\n
the sudden strength of motion<\/p>\n
that really is all in vain<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
but Hathor wakes and grinds her teeth<\/p>\n
and wants to show her wrath<\/p>\n
to take the spirit of each bull<\/p>\n
and guide it down a path<\/p>\n
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to temperance and self restraint<\/p>\n
whilst the matadors will be<\/p>\n
injected \u00a0with a satanic bug<\/span><\/p>\n and die in agony<\/p>\n shaking bodies breaking<\/span><\/p>\n and exploding violently<\/p>\n <\/p>\n There must be, no other outcome<\/p>\n for this entertainment, we<\/p>\n are witness to a murder<\/p>\n to a torturous agony<\/p>\n to taking out a strong one<\/p>\n a very powerful soul<\/p>\n by preliminary incursion<\/p>\n that really took its toll<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Hathor she is on the case<\/p>\n and all Bulls will be seen<\/p>\n to realize the inevitable<\/p>\n when they see the dancing queen<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" what we think we see is a bull a specimen, \u00a0strong as a bull can \u00a0be but in point of fact behind the scenes its been tortured actually its horns are defiled its eyes are skewered its blood loss … Continue reading