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ArtistIn the heart of the battlefield, where chaos and carnage reign, a surreal scene unfolds. The colossal bull, its blood-streaked horns lowered and nostrils flaring, halts mid-charge, its thunderous steps reduced to trembling uncertainty. Before it, a ballet dancer emerges—a delicate figure draped in flowing white, their ethereal grace starkly contrasted against the grim backdrop of war. The dancer's movements are fluid, a silent melody of peace. Each pirouette and arabesque weaves an invisible thread, binding the beast's wrath and turning its ferocity into submission. The bull’s fiery eyes, once alight with rage, soften, reflecting the dancer's serene poise. Its massive, scarred body begins to relax, its muscles no longer taut with violence but subdued by the quiet power of beauty. Around them, the chaos dims. Soldiers pause, their weapons falling limp in their hands, entranced by the improbable harmony. The battlefield's clamor fades, replaced by an otherworldly stillness as the dancer twirls gracefully, casting an aura of calm. The bull, now docile, lowers itself to the ground, resting in a gesture of surrender. The dancer bows gently, a symbol of compassion's triumph over rage, of beauty pacifying destruction.
Revelation 6:4
“Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider was given power to take peace from the earth and to make people kill each other. To him was given a large sword.”
Jeremiah 25:33
“At that time those slain by the Lord will be everywhere—from one end of the earth to the other. They will not be mourned or gathered up or buried, but will be like dung lying on the ground.”