Julius Pleas'r

By FearPigeon

A crowd Grow etched near.

As Proud Julius spoke to the man.

"Are we not god's masterpiece"

These words were at odds with the group.

His sword gently dashed the skin of his fellow soldier.

"bolster your belief, that I am worthy."

Caesar stared down at the men's faces.

"Are you're a Pleas'r, boy?"

Julius un-welded his skirt.

"Suckle at this".

The men grew ever close.

The sky's sudden light.

Something was taking flight.

Put falling rather.

The men sprawling with glee.

Were then Crushed with a Dinosaur.