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(under construction) Before i was demonized by theThe state,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 realcivilized societylife,, i still feel i’m like an outsider.outsider

Of course, the horrors of war did followfollowed me home,  but as a side-effect, they dissolve a lotta bs in my mind,  re civilizedother society.issues of Anpublic discussion 

A residual ability to detect fake projecting.  An active interest in uncovering it

It’s this inquisitiveness that causesseems 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 princelingson of an industry baron - 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.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: 

UhmmHow ‘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 - theythe 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:trial that: Yeah ,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 fakepublic 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