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(under construction) My secret weapon is:  a Question

That’s the core-reason whyThe State winds itself up  into such a state of fear over my little venture … to reveal the truth … one detail at a time

Before that,i was demonized, i foot-soldiered until i was 48 - hailed as:  a war hero   

Tall, strong, athletic - cool in pressure situations - courageous - known for my endurance

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

Now that i’ve returned to real life, i still feel like an outsider. The horrors of war did follow me home, but they also dissolve a lotta bs in my mind, back in civilized society. An ability to detect it. An active interest

But my inquisitiveness to get to the centre of an issue is often met with hostility   

In this environment, my secret weapon is:  a Question

Used to:   shine a light on the truth …

One question, one detail at a time … 

That’s why The State labelled me: an evil influence on the youth

Once my sentence was passed,  i was given a chance to:    beg:Beg  

The Mercy of THE Court  

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

TheyThe insinuation was meant to be for me to recant at this juncture, saysay: exile

But to hell with that  … HowI about:replied: 

Uhmm …   a Gov-paid stipend for:    the rest of my life …  ?

In appreciation of how well i’ve fought, for free, to uncover corruption at the core of:   The Establishment’s Group-Thought  mentality…

 

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:  (wrongly) killing me  

Suicide by principle, if you like

I  prophesize (correctly) at the trial,trial: theYeah waiting infamy of those who pass this sentence:

Yes,, for a while it’ll feel great, when you finally get rid of me,  but taking an innocent man’s life…life away … coz … he questioned you?your reasoning?  

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

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 would,might, that’s why my last words were: i owe a cockerel to Asclepius*

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don’t forget to pay it

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

Schools of which run great for another: 900 years

Right up until the Dark Ages 

The End

Ans: Socrates