Riding through the city
Proud and high
Millions of people passing us by
Minuscule and scared of us
as if mere ants
Sprinting in sync
a terror-filled dance
We are mad
We will kill
We only see red
The humans jump fences
Who fear being dead
Dancing together to move out of our way
To avoid being mauled
They run for the bay
Jumping into the water below
Swimming and screaming
Nowhere else to go
They conjured up the adrenaline sought
Chose to be victims
Perhaps they forgot
We are mad
We have killed
The city is red
The people around us
All lying dead
The place is Pamplona
The moon bright and full
Stay away from me atop my revenge-seeking bull
I wake up in a sweat
Heart pounding with rage
Helpless to protect
The bull in his cage
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