Et Tu Brute'

Woe to thee with a trait of jealousy, spewing forth words of exaltation, filled with self-righteous indignation. Thy tongue reproves your own decree. Thy nature be that of a hypocrite... with one hand thy offer a pat on the head with the other, a knife till victim lay dead With thy dagger you stab and you hit. So misguided Brutus, you have become, whose deed was done to a Julius-like one. Were you thus when Senate had begun? What led thee to the darkness succumb? And whence you see the baneful flaw of your ways You whilst then know you earned blame, not praise.