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What do I do now? I don't even want to think about it, think about How my life is splitting apart at the seams and all of my panicked Outcries are doing nothing to stop it. Amazing, I think, that I've lasted as long as I have. Maybe this is for the better? I tell myself, but it tastes like a lie in my mouth. If I cease to be Caligula, what do I have left For myself. I am nothing, nothing! Nobody truly understands that I am losing everything and am Out of my mind with pain and fury. I can't stop Thinking, why me? Why is it always me? Can't I have good luck just one time? I'm not Asking for much. I'm scared, no, terrified that my Life is ending quicker than I ever anticipated. I wanted to die Grandly, in a wild blaze of glory. Not with my whole life Upturned, sinking slowly, suffering wildly, Losing what I worked so hard to achieve, And wishing I could go back and be great one more time.
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Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 10:36 PM UTC
Who am I if not Caligula?
Baby boy in baby boots Ruddy reddened caligae On ruby crowned Caligula He fills the shoes Red shoes, blood shoes Blood boots, blood red (Too red) too well Grow into your boots Blood boots, blood shoes Silk shoes, soft sheets My sweetest son in soldier’s clothes In army boots, with baby’s blood In baby veins, in baby boots My starlit son the demon king In purple robes, stained amaranthine Laurel crowned on merlot hair On baby's head with baby's boots My withered king, my sweetest son In little boots with a baby's sword Made Rome as red as his merlot hair And amaranthine robes And ruddy boots
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Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
Caligula