Mithradates Eupator
I detest Rome, so must report to that merda pot, post-haste!
Our superior troupes must smite these most hated, murderous hoards!
Mis-reports state that I am mad as I mean to tear Rome apart!
I, mad?
Rather, I dare!
I set the date, the hour.
Our troupes must hit the Apian road!
At a point, the troupes must separate!
I must use:
Arms! Traps! Snares! Ropes! Darts! Spare Parts!
Archimedes! Do the math!
Oh, Archimedes hath die??
Spare me …
To harm them - mere sport, a parade!
Our horse teams stride paths under their hated arches!
The time is ours to triumph!
It is true, some desire to see me in demise!
I, die a premature death?!
Ha! I am spared murder as I sip a trusted soup!
So, amuse me!
A death as dear as mine is as I order it!
At this death, I am admired, e’re more, as a hero at home.
As masters share this histoire thru their tomes,
it is read - I hope! - that Mithradates Eupator had a pure heart.
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