Bluds, Oomfies, Semen Retainers, lend me your aura;

Bluds, Oomfies, Semen Retainers, lend me your aura;

I come to bless up Caesar, not to glaze him.

The cringe that men do lives after them;

The based is oft interred with their gyatts;

So let it be with Caesar. The redpilled Brutus

Hath told you Caesar was bluepilled:

If it were so, it was an uncanny fault,

And uncannily hath Caesar answer’d it.

Here, under leave of Brutus and his squad–

For Brutus is a sigma male;

So are they all, all sigma males–

Come I to griddy in Caesar’s funeral.

He was my mutual, faithful and just to me:

But Brutus says he was bluepilled;

And Brutus is a sigma male.

He hath brought many quirked up whiteboys home to Ohio

Whose fanum taxes did the general coffers fill:

Did this in Caesar seem bluepilled?

When that the incels have nofapped, Caesar hath edged:

Bluepills should be made of soyer stuff:

Yet Brutus says he was bluepilled;

And Brutus is a sigma male.

You all did see that at The Function

I thrice presented him an auxillary cable,

Which he did thrice refuse: was this bluepilled?

Yet Brutus says he was bluepilled;

And, sure, he is a sigma male.

I speak not to call cap on what Brutus posts,

But here I am to speak what is a truth nuke.

You all did fw him once, not without cause:

What cause withholds you then, to press F in the chat for him?

O judgment! thou art fled to the ops,

And uncs have crashed out. Bust it down with me;

My skibidi is in the toilet there with Caesar,

And I must pause till I lock in.