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