He lays in his bed unaware
This is his last moment alive
Danger and death everywhere
His fate is soon to arrive
How could he not see this coming
War rages outside his window
Relentlessly killing and fighting
He hides in his room, in a shadow
Marat is stabbed in his bed
And with him his last words are dead
Propaganda geniuses
Riding on a horse
Crossing the Alps
To conquer Italy
Propaganda geniuses
Actually rode a donkey
Didn't cross the Alps
Didn't conquer anything
Napoleon Bonaparte
Jacques-Louis David
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