Julius Caesar Monologue

I will be a hated man. I either will make friends with death, leaving you as a corpse of questions, or allow myself to become the devil you will fear. There are things that you will come to know about me. Truths that will haunt you, consequences that will run you dry, and engulf your thoughts until there is nothing left but bones.
You will ask yourself why this is happening to you.
You will wonder why I will make this choice.
You will pace back and forth in long-legged strides. Your head will sway as droplets collect in the ducts of your eyes, and roll down your cheeks. You will howl as a wailing hound in the night and boil your blood attempting to understand the incomprehensible.
Why.
Why.
Why.
I will tell you, that all that I will do will
I will gleam with prospect and dollar signs in my pupils as the dream of high salary and generous perks will fold within me
I will wish to be Caesar. I will long to be the man who obtains the utmost round. I will turn my back to the ladder and ascend into the clouds with eyes turned to the heavens.
Of course, I will share my earning with my family. The people that I love, those that I cherish the most, that will be the core of my ambition. I will not stray from the path that I have chosen. I will not leave my family behind.
I will listen. I will learn. I will be the watchful eyes of the branch. I will turn myself into a busybody to catch the morning gossip from loud-mouthed secretaries. I will dethrone the heads that linger above me. I will provide for my family, to give you the life that you deserve.
It will be simple to uncover the secrets of my bosses. Frank Devlin’s affair will be one that few turn a blind eye. Word will spread wildfire, over cubicles as smoke plumes throughout the offices, infesting water-cooler talk, and late night work parties.
To end the witch-hunt, Frank will reward me the promotion that I
Hunger will consume me; I will seek the familiar comfort in supping on the lifeblood of others. I will feel fangs growing, bewitching me as the Dracula of suburbia.
The Ides of March will bring Caesar to his knees.
I will make friends with him. I will come to know the head of the company as a companion. Caesar will invite the snake into his home. He will laugh with the venomous manager at drunken dinner parties and Sunday afternoon golf tournaments. My fangs will not bite him. The innocence of his crawling child will be all I need to bleed the king.
I will kidnap the boy for myself. I will leave three notes in the window of his nursery, demanding a ransom of one million. Caesar will cry out on television for the return of his boy. The tears will drip down his face the agony of losing his child, like blood draining for a wound in his back.
My phone will ring but I will rip out the battery. You will come searching for me and find nothingness in the light. You will go to the police to no avail of finding your husband because I will remain in the darkest ring of Hell, where no man will dare to enter.
The innocent will bleed by my hands.
My actions will be for my own pleasure.
The choices that I will make will be for