*Matador, **** the beast
that run amok inside your psyche;
the urge to throw in the towel
then becomes natural.*
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
*Matador, **** the beast
that run amok inside your psyche;
the urge to throw in the towel
then becomes natural.*
Amigo, you are the problem, the bull is your creation
you realize that too, but pretend it's just to
amuse the audience, blood according to you, tickles!
you are the harbinger of good times..hear the crowds roar..
they too, act as if they buy your story
because you have the sword, and the power to ****
but if you turn weak, slowly fall, they'll hail all bulls
fell prey to your merciless sword
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