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Before The State demonized me to death, i foot-soldiered until i was 48 - hailed as: a war hero
Tall, strong, courageous. Cool in pressure situations - known for my endurance
If that sounds sexy - sorry to ruin it: i’m ugly as sin
Now that i find myself re-ensconced in civilized society, i still feel like an outsider
Of course, the horrors of war follow you home, but as a side-effect, they dissolved a lotta bs in my mind
Left a residual ability to detect fake projecting. An active interest in honing in on it
It’s this same inquisitiveness that provokes all the hostility
In this hostile environment, my secret weapon is: a Question
Aimed at: shining a light on the truth. One detail at a time …
That’s why The State labelled me: an evil influence on the youth
Can’t have them questioning the wisdom of the system
I say The State, but the main-man stage-managing the case against me is a wealthy son of an industry mogul - which is the reason he was made general of a war fleet
How did he handle himself in the heat of battle? Well … 10 years ago, he was charged with treason - for: failing to fire a shot when everyone was relying on him But here’s the real beauty of money - he got off - coz ... : he bribed the jury - literally the first human to ever do it. A true visionary. Living proof that being a politician is never having to feel contrition (Anytus)
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. Give everyone a way out
But to hell with that. I replied:
How ‘bout a Gov-paid stipend for: the rest of my life … ?
In appreciation of the fact that i’ve fought like hell, for free, to expose: 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 i say with my last breath: 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 will run fine for another: 900 years after my passing
Right up until the Dark Ages
The End
Ans: Socrates