Brutus - The Buttress

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 or 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 wanna be you

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