bread and circus

in a sense we are all this bull. Contained. taunted. used. our horns dulled down like the self esteem. our balls chopped off. our skin branded. circused. yet still under these situations of tyranny our will can literally catapult us onto our oppressors. where the power of our horns shall be felt again. where the breaded masses, even for just a moment will scream at the pain they have brought upon this world. where the torment is lifted from our bodies and meaning brought back unto our lives. in a sense we are all this bull.

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