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The New Caesar

I came, I saw, I conquered,

Romans attacking villages like bloodthirsty monglers.

Julius Caesar has no fear.

Veni, vidi, vici is the only words he hears when running out to battle and taking the lives of many,

seems like a bloodthirsty phrase for dismembered anatomy.

In its arrogant path of destiny and fate this war is lasting too long says Caesar we must pull away,

we must not invade the Irish for they will shed no tears, killing our men like rampid animals, they’re like savages we feared.

But our home,

indeed is a far destination,

for the places inside the village must seek no more loss deprivation,

we must grow and build and fight off the other guilds,

the British are on their way with a whole pack of cavalry ready to kick us out of the way. Remember young lads,

Veni, Vidi, Vici,

for these are my only wise words to believe,

We must carry out our honor,

And fight,

even if it means fighting in the sea.