Brutus

I've been watching him for my entire life
 I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees
 His words so contrived
 And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside
 They hang on every breath, cling to his chest
 Home to his heart full of pride
 The oracle told him to beware the Ides
 And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing
 For untimely death or demise
 Or am I just wishing I could be like you?
 That the people would see me too as a poet
 And not just the muse
 Oh, it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you
 From birth we've been like brothers of different mothers
 Within the spirit of the same womb
 May the gods strike me down if I forsake you
 Frater meus, you're beautifully made
 And to you I'm forever grateful
 I'll never forget that you showed me to make art
 And I know the love you showed me came
 From a pure and noble heart
 I love you, and if you want, I'll call you King
 But why do I lie awake each night thinking
 "Instead of you, it should be me"?
 Something wicked this way comes
 And as I set to face it, I'm unsure
 Should I embrace it, should I run?
 What motivates me? Hatred? Is it love?
 What's more wrong; that I too wish to be great
 Or my mother wished she'd had a son?
 And even if I can't be the one
 Maybe I could at least help make way for him
 Until the day that he comes
 Maybe my name could also be known
 That I helped return good to the people
 And restored greatness to Rome
 Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus!
 Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus!
 
 Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus!
 Brutus, Brutus, Brutus, Brutus!
 My name is Brutus and my name means heavy
 So with a heavy heart
 I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my enemy
 My whole life, you were a teacher and friend to me
 Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy
 I, too, have a destiny
 This death will be art
 The people will speak of this day from near and afar
 This event will be history, and I'll be great too
 I don't want what you have, I want to be you
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 I always knew I could be the one
 Though I feel the endless pain of being
 And I am scorched by the Sun
 Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex
 My name is Brutus, but the people will call me Rex