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The black hoof strikes down the ground

Pulling back the earth with a scary sound

A second hoof pulls splashes from the rain

Red eyes reflecting with hateful distain

Measuring the matador for deadly pain

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Snorts and head shakes, the matador touts

Drips of courage slings out bully’s mouth

Muscles flexing in crossbow wound tension

His head drops down with bad intentions

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He scars the earth with a couple more scrapes

And begins his charge at the matadors cape

Huffing bull sounds in a killer hate escapes

His plans to forget the cape, focus on the man

Another matador carried away from the Olay stands

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Back tomorrow this champion with a plan, “El Diablo”