Am I using semicolons rightYou couldn’t have found a more mediocre person, nothing special apart from record breaking loneliness.

Am I using semicolons rightYou couldn't have found a more mediocre person, nothing special apart from record breaking loneliness. Butone day in my regular everyday desk job the bull men came for me, trained and hardened to withstand thepuncture of a bull sacrifice. The bull sacrifice, the way the gods separate the weak from the strong, and onlythe most brilliant minds were chosen to attempt the sacrifice. With only a month to train the standards werehigh and the risk even higher. But the bull men came marching towards me; only a pair of 2 but radiatinggod-like power. They stomped their hooves to my cubicle and stopped right outside the entrance. In unisonalmost as if practiced they both relayed " you have been chosen to join the ranks of the bullmen, you have onemonth to prepare. Then they vanished only to show they didn't make such a huff coming for me. No twoweeks' notice thanks to the rules of our government, I was able to leave then and there, and give ten thousanddollars in order to help me on the quest to almost certain death. On my way home thinking about how to train when I arrived at my doorstep a training regiment supplied bythe bulls themselves. Training was grueling to say the least and I don't suppose gods take a day off so Ishouldn't either. "One week from the sacrifice and not even a slight shift in your stature" my parrot mockingme with such clear words obviously not actually performed by the bird. I turn around only to see my oncegreen, orange, and red parrot, now turn white his eyes glowing bright yellow and would zap the inside of hiscage with enough electricity to pay your bill. The bird spoke as if it had three voices within him, only a hairoff of unison so all the voices were present. They say in near-unison "your chances of survival are low", andthen my bird explodes and I kinda don't care. The days passed and it was time for the sacrifice, I wasescorted through the woods to the Golden Corral. Entering the presence of the gods you could feel a type ofenergy, kind of empowering. Once I approached the Council of Horns the gods spoke through my mind "it istime". With maybe a two second gap the head of the council shaped his horns for the ceremony, they shapedinto each other to make a long yet thinner horn to pierce me properly. With the horn shaped it started to glowwhite and gold as if his horns were hot, and in no time a gazebo type structure surrounded me and my handsand legs chained to literally nothing but as taut as ever. The bull charged, the ivory gazebo structure started toglow, and so did the chains; and before I knew it I was skewered by the horn yet it was out in an instant, thegod back in his place and everything went black. I awoke still in the fields of the Golden Corral, yet no gods were near you could tell by the absence of theirpresence; and the hole in my chest felt a lot smaller than it should have been. The hole felt warm still but notfrom the near cauterizing, it felt as if I were having heart pains and seeing the most wholesome thing at the same time in the middle of my chest