The man and the bull

What's mine is mine, said the angered employee
The MAN thinks he can, but he can't,
today is the day of my harvest, the gathering of my fruits,
why does he hesitate to release it
He believes because of his limited authority he can control me?!

I am the mighty bull, and I have seen red
The debtors' swords prick me and my anger rises
My nostrels flare and I hiss fire
Pay me you wicked fiend, give what is rightfully mine
For your crimes and your wicked deeds I will be avenged
For time keeps score...
The bull may tire, but the arena still stands
The man still waits for the charge
And as the anger of the bull reaches the limit, it releases almost as pressure to the train
the hand of the MAN shakes before the might of the bull
He trembles and the fear in his sweat delights my fury
It fuels my anger as dessert wood a fire
He stubles, he slides I took his pride
His injustice breaks on my skin like a twig trampled on the ground
How does it feel to wallow as a pig, to dine with the swine?
You end have come and I have just starded
Where you end I will begin
I will no longer gather yout harvest as well a mine
You find your fruits by the sweat of your plow
This is the end of your slaverous ways
Today is the day that I end my shift
Today is the day that I will quit!

I just wrote this because, there might be some spelling mistakes but I am sick so sue me....som words might not even exist....but whatever