O Brutus
O familiar stranger tormenting my mind,
Why do you hide behind the veils?
Why did you act so apathic when you stood in my presence ?
Why do you strike me from behind as a vermin?
And cut through my flesh masking your face.
You deny me your identity until my last gasp.
You, a wolf hid as do sheep in my flock.
A camouflaged enemy in plain sight you were,
But vicious was your unforgiving strike.
As I lay in my pool of blood ,
And choke on it , I whisper breathlessly;
Alas, I have met my mortal end.
P.S[A reimagined rendition of Julio Cesar's dying thoughts]
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