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(under construction) Before i was demonized,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’vei returnedfind tomyself back in real life, i still feel i’m like an outsider. TheOf course, the horrors of war did follow me home,  but as a side-effect, they also dissolve a lotta bs in my mind, back inre civilized society.  An ability to detect it.fake projecting.  An active interest in uncovering it

ButIt’s mythis inquisitiveness tothat get tocauses the centre of an issue is often met with hostility   

In this environment, my secret weapon is:  a Question

UsedAimed 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

OnceThe myman sentencestage-managing the case against me, is a wealthy princeling - which is the reason he was passed,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?

The insinuationI was for memeant to recant at this juncture,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