I’m The Red Bull
By Nathaniel Benton
As I hit the alleys in the middle
Of the night, the rats run and
Hide from me.
Sparks fly as my horns strike
The walls as I strut with a
Pride of lions who won’t flee.
I come from a shy place
That only the strong will
Thrive.
To stand up for what you believe
In means to survive.
As I stand in the five points of
The way of life, I find myself
In a humble place.
A place where some find grace.
Humble Park is a place I love and
Honor, as I respect everyone’s space.
My horns are dripping red from
Those who wanted to destroy me.
But instead they ended up running
The Bull run like in Italy as the
Latin people run to see.
I am the Red Bull who won’t be moved
When others try to push me.
I stand firm in what I believe in.
Red flames are seen in my eyes
As I stare at you with my wicked grin.
Draped like a bishop in a holy prayer,
As I wank in the garden light of
My righteous kingdom of King’s love.
My soul flutters like a dove as
The thoughts of my fallen brothers
And sisters on Jan 6th
The sacrifice they paid to pave the way
For us who follow in obedience in order
To find our righteousness under one sun.
Loyalty is our Nature.
No set of chains can hold me in
Place, nor take away from me the
Joy of my own self-pride.
So sit back and enjoy this king’s
Bull ride as I step on them
Rats with a steady stride.
I am the Red Bull ……….
The End.
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