Spain his is no pageant
\nNo culture no tradition
\nSeeing the Bull pierced
\nThrough and through
\nFeathery daggers
\nWhat to do
\nPierce the lungs
\nAnd into the soul
\nAnd take away all your
\ncontrol<\/p>\n
The searing heat
\nAnd the massive ring
\nThe trumpets blast
\nIts all does bring
\nA crushing sound
\nTo the whole surround
\nAnd the bull falls forward
\nUpon the ground
\ncoughing up blood
\nFor all he’s worth
\nIts trampled over
\nThe bloody earth<\/p>\n
The agony those who still
\nCan feel
\nWho know in their hearts its all
\nFor real
\nThe majority
\nWith scant regard
\nWatch the courage
\nLeave the bull so scarred
\nSo broken by the swords of steel
\nThrust by the matador
\nTo reveal<\/p>\n
A handsome young soul
\nAlMost free
\nFrom the frantic clutches
\nOf the men who be
\nEmployed to murder
\nA valiant Bull
\nWho drowns in his own blood
\nSeen by all<\/p>\n
BULL murder its never a fight
\nRight from the first
\nThey switched off the light
\nThey stabbed him once
\nThey stabbed him twice
\nDeep in his spine
\nAnd such a price
\nToo much to pay
\nFar far too much
\nIrreverently so out of touch<\/p>\n
Blood pumps away
\nSpurts everywhere
\nThis poor dear BULL
\nHas his despair
\nHis agony and such purity
\nSuch immaculate form
\nAnd sanctimony<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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