Bolt from the True

I feared he might eventually show
The man who was in this from the very go
The origin story of my great wealth
Is not what it seems, as he knows well

He's willing to die, and take others with him
Simply to hear my long-due confession
Alas, my pride, power and fame
Prevents me from playing his televised game

I steel myself as I witness his end
Brain matter splashing all over the lens
A streak of lightning hits my brain
I'm dropped to the ground in a familiar refrain

Perhaps I should explain this recurring mode
Epilepsy in my left temporal lobe
Socrates, Joan of Arc, Dostoyevski among many
Spoke of the auras that carry epiphany

Ah, hit me, hit me, hit me like a bolt from the true
Ah, it hit me, it hit me, hit me like a bolt from the true
Ah, hit me, hit me, hit me like a bolt from the true
Ah, it hit me, it hit me, hit me like a bolt from the true

And now is mine, I expand into fullness
The most remarkable journey in a matter of moments
So clear, so bright, immense joy beyond sight
The truth finds me here and delivers its might

I awake days later in a hospital bed
The target of ridicule for losing my head
My riches intact, but my standing in peril
I know I must turn 'round and p-p-point the barrel

Ah, hit me, hit me, hit me like a bolt from the true
Ah, it hit me, it hit me, hit me like a bolt from the true
Ah, hit me, hit me, hit me like a bolt from the true
Ah, it hit me, it hit me, hit me like a bolt from the true