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(under construction) Before i was demonized by the state, 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 find myself back in real life, i still feel i’m like an outsider. Of course, the horrors of war did follow me home, but as a side-effect, they dissolve a lotta bs in my mind, re civilized society. An ability to detect fake projecting. An active interest in uncovering it
It’s this inquisitiveness that causes the hostility
In this environment, my secret weapon is: a Question
Aimed to: shine a light on the truth …
One detail at a time …
That’s why The State labelled me: an evil influence on the youth
The man stage-managing the case against me, is a wealthy princeling - which is the reason he was made a general of a fleet. How did he distinguish himself?
10 years ago, he was charged with treason - for failing to fire a shot when everyone was relying on him. But here’s the beauty of money -, he got off coz he bribed the jury - literally the first person in history to do it
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
But to hell with that … I 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: 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 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 might, that’s why my last words were: i owe a cockerel to Asclepius*
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