As Caesar took the North,
And Pompey ruled the West,
Our Crassus headed bravely forth
While bearing golden crest.

Our Crassus in the East,
The realms of greed and might,
He bought the strength to best the beast —
He bribed that brothers fight.

Our Crassus has more guile
Than meet the force at strength
With soldiers of our rank and file,
Let conflict drain at length.

Instead, entice the fools
To break their ties asunder,
For war has never had such rules —
Pretending so is blunder!

But Crassus, in the end,
When truth shall fade to lies,
Stands naked, reaping desert wind
Where the Empire goes and dies.

And all the empty promises;
For none elect the best,
Should Caesar cross the Rubicon
And ālea iacta est!