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Bullfighter

Kneeling before the altar he kisses his rosary he confesses all his sins, he is anointed from head to toe, he knows his faith before he begins with great amount of determination,fasting and absence,moments later he finally arises to his task before hand realizing he is not the one that is grand it is all apart of the master's plan. The bullfighter inner light shows so brightly and deep within the bullfighter is so ready to begin. Reaching for his cape on the back of a wooden chair he steps in the arena the crowd cheers and sips on their beers. The bullfighter remains focus a gate is unleashed, the bull is released, with stern determination a statue, the bullfighter stands tall he does not wave his cape. The Bullfighter bellows out "Senor Cristo en es mio Santos".The bull immediately kneels and hits the ground the crowd salud "O lay!"! My great-Uncle a Bullighter in Madrid,Spain

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