I am neither Mark nor an Anthony,
should you believe me then?
Rome is in ruins!
Julius Caesar is dead!!
Brutus stabbed him, from behind
What can a man do but pity him... the first victim of history's double edged sword called irony
Friend who ought to fight for you, betrays and befrinds an enemy
O sons, Brutus and his wicked daughters,
Hear me! hear me from thy gold shrine of power
A Sea of tears nor waves of regret
will weigh against a pound of loyal Ceaser's flesh
nor wash away your stains in red!
should you believe me then?
Rome is in ruins!
Julius Caesar is dead!!
Brutus stabbed him, from behind
What can a man do but pity him... the first victim of history's double edged sword called irony
Friend who ought to fight for you, betrays and befrinds an enemy
O sons, Brutus and his wicked daughters,
Hear me! hear me from thy gold shrine of power
A Sea of tears nor waves of regret
will weigh against a pound of loyal Ceaser's flesh
nor wash away your stains in red!
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