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My secret weapon is:  a Question

BeforeThat’s iwhat becamewhipped knownem forinto thatsuch a state of fear over my little venture to reveal the truth.  One detail at a time

IThough before that, i foot-soldiered until i was 48 - hailed as:  a war hero   

tall,Tall, strong, athletically capable

foot-soldiered til i was 48 athleticfamouscool in pressure situations - known for my endurance

ButIf that sounds sexy  - sorry ifto thatruin turns you on  - sorry:it: i’m ugly as sin  -  bald to boot

Not a big drinker … all things in moderation … like i said

But mate  -  i can drink any person here under the table


AfterOnce my sentence was decreedpassed, 

i was given a chance to:    beg:  

THE

The Mercy of THE Court  

NowWhat thatpunishment we’ve officially Gotcha - whaddado you suggest you ought to receive for yayour punishment?crimes, then?

Yeah, good questionAhrr  … How bout:about:  

a Gov-paid pensionstipend for:    the rest of my life …  ? … biotch

In appreciation of: of my rich contribution to:

to

Exposingexposing Corruptioninherent corruption in:   THEThe Establishment’s thinkingThought ?control model …


They didn’t go for that  -  as we know - though in a morbid way - they unwittingly fell into my trap.  I’d successfully checkmated The State into:  killing me  

Suicide by principle, if you like

I  prophesize (correctly) at the trial, the waiting infamy of those who pass this sentence: Yes, it’ll feel great for a while, when you finally get rid of me,  but taking an innocent man’s life… coz … he questioned you?  Despite all your Messaging,  that shit gets ugly real quick in the gaze of history  


Death was:   a poisoned chalice   -  hemlock 

Concocted/AdministeredConcocted by:by the resident a world-leading alchemist 

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



By so doing, i transcend death 

I knew i would, that’s why my last words were: i owe a cockerel to Asclepios  (ass-klepi-aws) - don’t forget to pay it

From beyond the grave, I go onto play a pivotal role in the origin of:of   THE Golden Age of Philosophy

Schools of which run  -   brilliantly -great for another: 900 years after i’m gone

Right up until:till THEthe Dark Ages 

when THE Church banned anyone:   asking questions  -  ever again



The End