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During His Franctic And Riotious Career
Several Thought Of Attempting His Life
When One Or Two Conspiracies Had Been Detected
The Rest Was Waiting For Their Chance To Strike

Two Men, A Common Cause, Only To Succeed
Gained Trust Of Gaius' Freedman And Praetorian Guard
For They Knew He Feared And Hated Them Deeply

To Keep The Good Nature Of The Gods
It Had To Be Done
The Emperor Would Not Stand To See Another Day

It Was The Seventh Hour Of The Ninth Day
Before The Kalends Of The Second Month
In The Covered Passage Through Which He Had To Pass
A Quick Stop To Watch And Encourage Some Boys Of Good Birth
Retribution Was At Hand

A Deep Cut In The Neck
Than Stabbed In The Breast
A Blow Of The Sword
The Sweet Kiss Of Death

As He Lay Upon The Ground With Writhing Limbs
Some Cried Out He Lived
"Strike Again! Thrust Your Sword Through His Privates"
With Thirty Wounds Gaius Was Dispatched

In The House Where He Was Slain
Not A Night Passed In Silence
Until It Was Destroyed By Fire

A Centurion's Sword Pierced The Heart Of Caesonia
While Julia's Brains Were Dashed Out Against The Wall

For Three Years, Ten Months And Eight Days He Ruled
And So The Story Ends...

In The Garb Of Venus, With A Golden Beard
In His Hand A Thunderbolt, Caduceus Or Trident
Wearing Emblems Of The Gods
A Demigod To Be Remembered And Worshipped
A Spirit To Live Forever

Let There Be One Lord, One King
Pious
Child Of The Camp
Father Of The Armies
Greatest And Best Of Caesars

Let There Be One Lord
Let There Be One King

To Gaius!

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