Death of a Philosopher
name: Socrates
the crime: asebeia
the verdict: conium maculatum
„oh, what an irony!
now let me finish my last drink
I’ve been training long enough
so I won’t tremble or run away
give me the coins, my eyes are ready
and don’t forget about that rooster!
since I’ll exist without my physical body
from now on“
Copyright © William Greco | Year Posted 2017
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