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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 civilized society, i still feel like an outsider
Of course, the horrors of war followed me home, but as a side-effect, they dissolve a lotta bs in my mind, re other issues of public discussion
A residual ability to detect fake projecting. An active interest in uncovering it
It’s this inquisitiveness that seems to cause all 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 main-man stage-managing the case against me, is a wealthy son of an industry baron - which is the reason he was made a general
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
Now he’s got me in his sights
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:
How ‘bout 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 - the conspirators 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 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
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