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A general and statesman, reformer and conquerer, summoned to the senate, and hastily issued a petition of which to bring back a senators banished brother. The Dictator Waves him off, and Cimber grasps his shoulder, “Ista quidem vis est!”*1 Cascas dagger is drawn, swiftly toward the neck it darts, yet caesar nimbly catches such attack, “Casca you villain! What is this you do!?” Casca fearing, cries “Adelphe, Boethei!”*2 Then like the wolves descending on a lonely foe, they lunge and leap, Brutus too… Caesar at the sight of him, averts his eyes and makes for the door, unable to escape he falls upon the floor, “Kai su, Teknon?”*3 The man who was harried, crawled to the steps, and saying nothing, Caesar dies… The Lower steps submerged in the Emperors crimson blood, the body cold, limp, lifeless, had at by the vultures, armed with knives, and stabbed times twenty-three. The conspirators proud, marched through the streets, and announced to fear-struck citizens, “People of Rome! We are once again free!” Yet, no one came out… for now. until, Three hours passed, and only then, was the fallen mans lifeless, corpse drenched in blood, collected and cremated.
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
The Death of Caesar...
A general and statesman, reformer and conquerer, summoned to the senate, and hastily issued a petition of which to bring back a senators banished brother. The Dictator Waves him off, and Cimber grasps his shoulder, “Ista quidem vis est!”*1 Cascas dagger is drawn, swiftly toward the neck it darts, yet caesar nimbly catches such attack, “Casca you villain! What is this you do!?” Casca fearing, cries “Adelphe, Boethei!”*2 Then like the wolves descending on a lonely foe, they lunge and leap, Brutus too… Caesar at the sight of him, averts his eyes and makes for the door, unable to escape he falls upon the floor, “Kai su, Teknon?”*3 The man who was harried, crawled to the steps, and saying nothing, Caesar dies… The Lower steps submerged in the Emperors crimson blood, the body cold, limp, lifeless, had at by the vultures, armed with knives, and stabbed times twenty-three. The conspirators proud, marched through the streets, and announced to fear-struck citizens, “People of Rome! We are once again free!” Yet, no one came out… for now. until, Three hours passed, and only then, was the fallen mans lifeless, corpse drenched in blood, collected and cremated.
*1: Ista quidem… (latin) Meaning: Why, Violence this is! *2 Adelphe Boethei…. (greek)  Meaning: Help, Brother! *3 Kai su, Teknon….(greek) Meaning: You too, child?
anderson-ritchie
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Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
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