Happy stabbing Caesar day everyone!
I managed to convince my family to celebrate with me by making a meal about it
I especially had fun with the ours derves
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Happy stabbing Caesar day everyone!
I managed to convince my family to celebrate with me by making a meal about it
I especially had fun with the ours derves
At the doors of the Roman Senate
Guard: Hail Caesar
Me: Hail Caesar
Guard: We just need to do a routine security check. Hey what is this? *hold up knife* You’re not planning any political assassination now are you?
Me: No, of course not. I said Hail Caesar didn’t I? Besides that’s my emotional support knife.
Guard: Emotional support knife…?
Me: Yes, my doctor prescribed it to me. Said it would help me feel better. Here I have a note *hands guard very illegible chicken scratch based doctors note*
Guard: *after squinting at the note for a few minutes* Well I guess it checks out. Enjoy the meeting
It’s almost stab Caesar day, does everyone have their knife
Et Tu, Brute?
Your hands, I know them well
Your hands which snaked through thickets to free me from the clutches of thorns
Bloodied and scarred as they were
I grasped at the familiarity
Your hands which clasped my shoulder
as I mounted the high horse of duty
Shoulders we brushed as brothers
From so far above
it was your hand I searched for, waving me on in a sea of adoring faces
Many hands may clap in my name
But only yours would choke the throats of my fears and sorrows
I ascended
You remained
Your hand at my side, I was steady
Fretful as I am, I did not know
How was I know to know
That the very hands which you clasped at my feet to uplift me
Would be the vice grip on my ankle dragging me under
More than one hundred cowardly hands twitched and tingled at the promise of my demise
But it was not the 23 stabs delivered to me that finally sent me under
Just the sight of those hands
Which I longed to reach for
To take me away
Become just as unknown and foreign as a strangers as they pierced my soul
Et Tu, Brute?
Et Tu?
I pray my blood never washes from your hands
And the phantom touch of my own never ceases
Julius Caeser's assassination was the last time everyone in a group project did their part.
Happy
🔪~Stabbing Caesar Day~🔪
Y'all
Please stab your friends on a different day, as this one is reserved for the ✨️Dictator✨️himself