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 A Fellow Conspirator

It was decided he must die

Before he proclaimed himself king.

As a Roman senator, I

Conspired to aid in his killing.

The Ides of March the chosen day

Just before he would leave Rome to

Lead his armies long time away,

All the more powerful he grew.

Into the Senate house he came.

The others and I did attack.

I, one of sixty to share blame.

With knife I stabbed him in the back.

Dictator, a tyrant no more,

Bloody Caesar dead on the floor.