Yes, I do confess
That I cut him open, ripped out his heart and filled his soul with emptiness
Yes, I stabbed him in the back
Yes, I put that stake through his heart
I hated him from the start
I was there through his transitions
Plotting the right time and position
He had too much will power and ambition
So while his mind was on vacation I charged with affliction
I killed him for ambition
Then I realize
Why am I alive?
I have ambition, ambition to kill his ambition through affliction
Should I be asking for redemption?
Through my observations and relations I solved my equation
Between theses lines there is a small encryption you see
The only one killed for ambition was me
So, apparently I wrote this in 2011... I can't tell if I was angsty or just writing about Julius Ceasar
