By CaesarA Poem by NickA gladiator tributeBy Caesar's will, their blood will spill Their doctore's drill, like farmers till Despite the thrills, and constant chills Strong armour twills, like defensive quills A game master's bill, they better kill It's a bitter pill, their mothers shrill Morals weak as krill, this must distill With battle's fill, a bloody mill Their fight's downhill, their fortune's ill As they lie still, their lifeblood's nil By Caesar's will, their blood has spilled
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1 Review Added on August 13, 2013 Last Updated on August 16, 2013 AuthorNickOntario, CanadaAbout24, Canadian Avid history and military reader, writer, and enthusiast. more..Writing
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