During His Franctic And Riotious Career
Several Thought Of Attempting His Life
When One Or Two Conspiracies Had Been Detected
The Rest Was Waiting For Their Chance To Strike
Two Men, A Common Cause, Only To Succeed
Gained Trust Of Gaius Freedman And Praetorian Guard
For They Knew He Feared And Hated Them Deeply
To Keep The Good Nature Of The Gods
It Had To Be Done
The Emperor Would Not Stand To See Another Day
It Was The Seventh Hour Of The Ninth Day
Before The Kalends Of The Second Month
In The Covered Passage Through Which He Had To Pass
A Quick Stop To Watch And Encourage Some Boys Of Good Birth
Retribution Was At Hand
A Deep Cut In The Neck
Than Stabbed In The Breast
A Blow Of The Sword
The Sweet Kiss Of Death
As He Lay Upon The Ground With Writhing Limbs
Some Cried Out He Lived
Strike Again! Thrust Your Sword Through His Privates
With Thirty Wounds Gaius Was Dispatched
In The House Where He Was Slain
Not A Night Passed In Silence
Until It Was Destroyed By Fire
A Centurion's Sword Pierced The Heart Of Caesonia
While Julia's Brains Were Dashed Out Against The Wall
For Three Years, Ten Months And Eight Days He Ruled
And So The Story Ends
In The Garb Of Venus, With A Golden Beard
In His Hand A Thunderbolt, Caduceus Or Trident
Wearing Emblems Of The Gods
A Demigod To Be Remembered And Worshipped
A Spirit To Live Forever
Let There Be One Lord, One King
Pious
Child Of The Camp
Father Of The Armies
Greatest And Best Of Caesars