So you can’t cheat fate, and there he stands on the stage.
A sweeping bow, but no applause, for it takes a master thief
To steal the breath of breathless crowds
This puppet with a paper crown, this plaything
dangling
by a string
This mannequin sitting on the throne,
Is a fool to think he’s a king.
While ravens and crows fill the skies,
While imagined friends plot his demise,
Delilah cuts his hair, plucks out his eyes.
Then, stabbed in the back by a Judas,
A Brutus,
An arrow shot at random,
Paris’ deadly missile,
Buried itself in his back,
His heel.
The ground is red with his blood,
His life,
Look, the dogs lick it up,
and die,
Then fall Caesar,
Exeunt actor,

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