Who am i?

Performance poem about evil. In order to Order society, creating a Devil is way more important than God

Who am i?

 

I’m a divisive figure - though that’s not my intention 

Some people find me charismatic.  Others say odd.  Some’ll saysmart-arse prick

I live humbly   -   my trick is:  moderation in all things   -   including moderation*

I‘m possibly gay  -  but maybe not  -  i’m not homophobic, you can say that much 

I’m famous for: changing the way people think 

By challenging foundations of faith 

Occasionally, i sink into extended states of meditation

 

Influential Society   -   detests me  -  to:    the very roots of my soul 

Why?    Same ol reason for all alarmist-overreactions:  Insecurity.   The intellectual variety

For the record though:   i’m simply advocating:   Information Openness

A simple principle for shedding light, in the dark.   Not mark myself as a target for:   Cultural Vilification by The State

Which is:  my current predicament.   Profiled as:  a dangerous-nut   -   a threat to the public  - The Devil incarnate

Already bad enough …   but:    many of the onlookers have since joined the pile on as well

Next thing you know, i wind up being a celebrity criminal in a show-trial  -  you can guess the rest  ….i’m found:  guilty 

Of being:  an Evil Influence on Society   

Sentenced to death

To keep us safe

 

UPDATE:  Can still avoid this fate  …  in my last days   …   

Some friends have got:  a doable escape plan … 

I respectfully thank them, but … I choose … :    not 

Not to be fuel in this silly Game  of:   Fat Cat & Mouse they’ve got us playing

Where we’re limited by what the gatekeepers  allow us 

It’s a game we can can never win

It’s bullying  -  by:    THE System  

Fuck em

 

By so deciding, publicly,  i crack a portal to:  immortality … for:  normal people 

Make a stand for those who decline to submit to tyranny.  I die for:   humanity’s sake

 

In a morbid way - the conspirators unwittingly fell into my trap …  

I’d successfully checkmated The State into:  (wrongly) killing me  

Suicide by principle, if you like

 

Luckily, i’m blessed with  a group of gifted disciples, without whom:  none of this would have been possible

I was inspired on my journey to  Infinity  by:    a Voice of God

Lotta books written about me, but none by me 

I’m commonly associated with:     a Trinity 


(field guesses)

Secret Weapon

Before The State demonized me to death, i foot-soldiered until i was 48 - hailed as:  a war hero   

Tall, strong, courageous. Cool in pressure situations - known for my endurance

If that sounds sexy  - sorry to ruin it:  i’m … ugly as sin

Now that i find myself re-ensconced in civilized society, i still feel like an outsider

Of course, the horrors of war follow you home, but a side-effect of accepting that, is: they dissolve a lotta other bs in ya mind 

Leaving a residual ability to detect:  fake projecting 

An active interest in it.  It’s this same inquisitiveness that provokes all the intellectual insecurity   

Curiously,    i’m an  ignoramus    -   first to admit it  -   just some person -  thirsting to learn - by conversing openly with: The Experts  

How bad can that be …?

As it happened, quite early in my journey of inquiry, a pattern came to light:  our elites, are, seemingly, not as wise as they would have us believe

Initially, i thought: they might be glad to discover the error of their thinking … together lift the lid on it ! … in the spirit of human endeavour … !

See, told you i’m an idiot

My secret weapon is:  a Question

Aimed at:   shining a light on the truth.    One detail at a time … 

An activist  gadfly if you like.  That’s why The State labelled me: an evil influence on the youth

Can’t have them questioning the wisdom of the system

I say The State, but the main-man stage-managing the case against me is a wealthy son of an industry mogul - which is the reason he was made general of a war fleet 

How did he handle himself in the heat of battle?  Well … 10 years ago, he was charged with: treason - for: failing to fire a shot when everyone was relying on him to complete his mission

But here’s the real beauty of money - he got off.  Why? ... : he bribed the jury - literally the first human to ever do it.

A true visionary.  Living proof that being a politician … is … never having to feel contrition     (Anytus)

Once the verdict was in,  i was given a chance to:    Beg  The Mercy of THE Court  

What punishment ought you get for your crimes, then, in your opinion?

I was meant to recant, say: exile.   Give everyone a way out

But to hell with that.  I replied: 

How ‘bout a Gov-paid stipend for:    the rest of my life …  ?

In appreciation of the fact that i’ve fought, for free, to expose:   The Establishment’s Group-Thought  mentality…

 

They didn’t go for that - as we know - so I prophesize at the trial that: Yeah, for a while it’ll feel great, when you finally get rid of me,  but taking an innocent man’s life away … coz … he questioned your reasoning?  

Despite all your public Messaging,  that shit’s destined to get ugly, real quickly, in the gaze of history

(Guesses)

Death was:   a poisoned chalice   -  hemlock   -  concocted by the resident alchemist 

He was trying to administer it, but was nervous as fuck - finally i said - give it here -  i'll drink it myself

By so doing, i transcend death 

I guessed i might, that’s why with my last breath i say : i owe a cockerel to Asclepius (the last mortal to become a God*)  -  don’t forget to pay it

From beyond the grave, I continue to play a pivotal role in:   THE Golden Age of Philosophy

Schools of which will run fine for another: 900 years after my passing

Right up until the Dark Ages 


The End


Ans: Socrates


* Asclepius - Greek God of Medicine (son of Apollo) was a mortal who became immortalized as a God.  Gifted doctor in real life -  could reputedly resurrect the dead … (possible if you knew CPR)

At length Zeus, afraid that Asclepius might render all men immortal, slew him with a thunderbolt