Death Match

Surrounded by the invisible graces of Jesus, Mary, the lord and all the saints that inhabit each river and valley,

barbarity and degenerates thrive on golden fingers and their nests along the Mediterranean.

A man stands in a bullring where warriors in gold are decorated and praised for their fa├žade of bravery and genuine deception. 

Let than man stand in the center and roar for the bleeding bulls. 

 Eons of slain beats for a sickening glory. A tidal wave of fire and a hundred bodies ignite the stadium to eliminate an age-old tradition.

A death tradition.


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