Eulogy Of Marcus Brutus

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Brutus of Rome was a Roman for the people The Republic ran through his blood spilled to water the fertile battlefield An honor to die by his gleaming sword; Brutus was an honest man I come from the grave to welcome my companion My friend and my confidant to his place of rest next where he shall lie next to me A king among men who loved me with the heart of a man but loved Rome with the heart of a Roman He sacrificed me and butchered himself, but he was the lamb and I the butcher My death on his shoulders, he walked these streets like Atlas A man who wore honor like armor to shield him from death and the opinions of our citizens He believed himself to be in the right, saving the people from a tyrant on high The giant who stepped on Pompey’s

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