/There is no fellow in the firmament. but only fire can cast down raging blood, running through the city, flagrant smoke on a collonade of scepters, raised — line by line: note the conspirator in the masses Doth not Brutus brotherless kneel?/ traitorous hands, leaking red /Speak hands, for me! — from a dagger plunged deep through the heart of eruption it spills chaotical, arterial, sinful down and down ribbons of life crown in rotation: halted on tumbling tyrrant, passes guiltless largesse from hand sought to hands yet seeking, searching [whisperings] "but on what grounds is usurpation justified?"/ "what cavity yet persists in the dawn of these reds rising?" kneeling king, sodden with loss bend for me — Et tu, Bruté?/ screamitbloodymurdersingitholydivination Then fall, Caesar.
i experimented with a new structure combining lines from a play (Julius Caesar) with symbols and italics and the entire tool box.
*note: the quoted text is original, from pov of the commoners*