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 say … smart-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