Three injuries executed caesar
Casca, the main sword's man
Took Caesar's quality in his tribe
At the back he turned it in without a look
With eyes opened up in stunning torment
Caesar felt his blood in torment through his vein
Not gone yet, he shouted with difficult torment.
Stunning with life, he strolled precariously
Cassius, the second sword's man
Put Caesar before the entryway of death
He, the maker of the shrewd arrangement
Needing to take away Caesar's breath
He went the cutting edge through Caesar's chest
Giving him a bleeding blood of ridiculous chest.
Turning with confident misery
He swung to see the dearest in misery
Brutus! The last sword's man.
'You excessively Brutus'? He asked the traitor
A difficult demise was it, to see the darling in the plot to end his life
Puncturing him at the center of his chest
Taking him to the house if demise
Brutus the adored
The one trusted
Took Julius Caesar
To the grave.
So three injuries
Slaughtered Caesar
The one of the double-crosser
The most excruciating torment took him away
Only three excruciating injuries.