Freddie

Freddie's dad was a pastor

   Who died at the age of 35 to illness

         When Freddie was just a wee little lad in Germany

Then he lost his younger brother to illness 

     Shortly after he had lost his father 

The young fella

   Saw good people suffer 

    For no reason at all

     And Freddie became 

      A tortured genius 

He studied theology in college 

   But had to drop it

     When he started to see holes in the western religion 

       And instead started to study language 

He was a prodigy 

   Becoming a professor at the young age of 22

     He questioned everything and everyone 

He stared into the abyss

     And declared that God was dead 

         And that we have killed him

He tried to warn us about what our morals and values would become after God. If that’s where we were heading, then mankind would need to make their own morals and values . . .

His one true love

   Ended up hating him

      And they say he probably got syphilis in a brothel

Chasing a dragon

     Searching for a love that had been dodging him

           He slowly started to lose his mind (so they say)

He was sick

   In a bad way

    So he lived off the pension from the college

    And started walking 

   And writing

     Fighting with God

      And 

       Wrestling with the devil

His books didn’t sell

   And his philosophies didn’t land 

    He never knew 

     That he became the most formidable opposition to Christianity ever recorded . . .

Living alone

  Broke

    He clung to his mind

     And in that maze

     He found a few gems

    But they say that his mind was rotting 

 And it wasn’t the best place for him to explore

He declared that christianity was for the weak

   For the slaves

   For the oppressed 

     And this was just their rise to power

     But that christianity in general 

Taught weakness

Meekness

Obedience 

    That it caged the mind

    The slave morality, and all that

    He said that humility and self-sacrifice were life-denying 

    He advocated for individuality and strength

Freddie

    Said that a perfect God couldn’t exists and be the creator of this world

   Because look at this zoo down here

   And think about all the good people who suffer pointlessly . . . like his father and his brother.

He focused on power

  And strength

   And art

   And on the individual 

Searching for concepts beyond good and evil

    Attempting to reset the western mind

     Embracing human aspiration and ego

     Pitting himself opposite of Jesus 

      Emphasizing the creative 

       Empowering the human and the spirit within

        Encouraging free-thinkers

Begging us to take control of our lives

And,

   If you had gone through all of that as a kid . . .

     Losing your father and brother . . .

    Losing your lover . . .

     Getting sick . . .

 . . . Losing your mind, but still squeezing out everything you could out of it, like a sponge,

Well,

What would you have done?

When you see the people who love you suffering pointlessly as a young child,

    How can you believe in a perfect God?

He philosophized with a hammer (or so he said)

   He ripped through the morals of the west

     And shredded their motivations 

As an angry, sad, bitter, hurting, tortured genius,

   He walked through his life

     Sulking in his own philosophies

     Maybe even

    Sinking into them

And

    Around 50

     Near the end

     When his mind was but a puddle (so they say)

        He saw a horse getting whipped to death by its owner in the street

And 

   He cried out

     And jumped in front of the horse

    Embracing it, even

    And through tears

    He screamed at the horse’s owner

   Demanding that he stop the beating

Because

   For the first time in his life . . . he understood the horse.

And, if you ask me what the hell that means,

   Or, what’s the point of a manic genius going crazy in the street,

     Well, 

     I think that what he saw in that horse that was getting beat in the street by it’s master,

         Is this,

I think he saw Jesus in that horse. 

       Maybe it was just symbolic, but still . . . I think that’s what he saw—that’s what he felt—in that moment. 

But, hey, what do I know? I wasn’t there.

He died shortly after that,

While going through the worst torture imaginable for a self-proclaimed intellectual,

Realizing that he might’ve been completely wrong for his whole life.

His mind imploded.

He died. 

This was the tragic life of Freddie Nietzsche, one of the best philosophers and poets of all time. 

And I’ve sent The Writer to hell and to save him.

CH 2/23/25