cut the bull

The warrior did begin, the bull in a rage stopped dead. Seeing red in the still, all untold of forgotten moments repressed. Like the child of emotion, waves from the crowd the commotion, the heart to the soul and the spirit to the mind, a warrior came forth out of the time. The past of growing grace that filled her once upon a time; kept the warrior a rock and sheath for others of the soul, her way emotional stunted by the bull that came her way.

keeping the bull at bay; the blood of the last fighter, flowing through its veins. Taken, to the still, calming his soul, another fighter within a plan, unseen as himself, until that bull strike with her mind. In revenge, the hero of the moment, upon accepting the truth, took the bull by its horns and let rip upon that you.

That bull, much like that unknown past, humanity in concern; the red in its veins, make light of a heart true to her own no blood could part. much like my actual mother, human like the rest, a bull very much under the skin, plays on with her repress. Regressing the truth of her pain, she thought she could win and make me insane, there is nothing more free except knowing a love and that its the other who's truly the root of insane.

The envy in her eyes but the bull seeing weak, the god with a surprise had no surprise at all, keeping this secret, too long the huge arena, roar.

In intuition the truth in soul, the bull played on and on. With confidence in herself, knowing the secret had remained buried, deep down knowing it wasn't told, the bull played the warrior from which it was kept, holding her by her tounge. regressing her anger and insanity, the abuse that had become, all she could really do was project, the child who didn't understand the wicked, realised love a knowing deep down, she wouldn't see the darkness within her, blinded by her blood.

The arena laid still, with warrior and bull, the blood between both, not of soul, not of faith, the kind without care, a bull in a rage. Blind to what she would become; the charge of the warrior not the bull. Had turned the cape black not red.

The warrior with a heart, struck her mind, with a blow, a blood that had made her, not really her mind but a troubling person and foe.

The comfort between regressor and repressor. The rock and shield, the might of one god, stand in truth for health, guarding with heavens law, the land another way and heaven unable to say. The warrior came out through truth from another.

A nurturing mother had seen and known her child, she began to see red, at the blow upon the heart, In the depths of her mind, the warrior was bestowed with big heart. The bull turned up crazy, thinking they could hide, but the cape came out and the red was the time; the hour but nigh.

Hidden all the while the real child within; the warrior. The bull kept on playing, preying from within, blind to herself, denying all that was her sin. Her wrath at the truth, an emotion kept at bay. The words that were said, never forgotten reality more real, apparently no care in the world, but a warrior of intuition remembered in the soul, still bull denied her instead of give love.

She refuted all words said and decided to play god, the eyes did capture in the crowd, her horned self, red charging the crowd. Emotions impatiently stirred without telling of truth, so another did tell all to her. The truth really a secret, awaited for a time. All the while pushing back that news to the recess of her mind, as if for someone else the information couldn't process without a word. all the faith she had, was gone in doubt of herself, really the warrior belonged completely to someone else, just herself.

The moment when the opportunity arose, the bull began to charge, all that was seen, she missed with every step, the cape of a vibrant red and the crowd began to cheer. The warrior rose up, first seeing the same red, in the depths, out of her anger, all just calmed in the end. Finally making peace in her heart, with the mind where it had began, the soul then returned to peace, finally calmed as three in one, the bull was set free and the warrior returned to self known, HOME.

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