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  The pharaoh reborn I lie in the cryo-unit— My breath shallow, my eyes locked open. Hands that aren’t there wrap me in linen and light. Ancient and engineered fuse against my skin. This isn’t rest. This is preparation. I am bound. Immobilised. Sealed— a passage I never agreed to take. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art .  Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub:  https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via  YouTube Music , Spotify , iTunes, Apple Music and Soundcloud To support my art, feel free to donate via JJFBbennett through PayPal    If you want to acquire JJFB's art creations as an NFT - John's Opensea NFT profile is https://opensea.io/JJFBbennett   Copyright This artwork is protected by U.S. and International copyrig...
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Celeste The Dog Within

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All national efforts have been carved up
All of the brick and mortar
All cultural artifact
Historical parasite continue to impact

All future efforts have been fated by past decisions
An echo chamber mindset
Reinforced through bio-morphic resistance

The degree of better has forever been tempered
Mannered
Stylised

A massacre of ghosts continue to gather
Of previous authority
Of righteousness
As we rejoiced and then sing like dogs

Whilst our platforms are constructed on limited and non-existent knowledge
We seek expedient opportunism
Aspirations undercut and underscored by an incremental promise
Ex-post-facto cut and slash away

Forlorn and miserable
At loss with hope
The endless churn
The hoopla barks
The campaigning power brokers
Lavished in the playground of unresolved conflict
Tic for Tac
Brinkmanship

Another cyclic dilemma
Yes, here we go again
Driven by manifesto
Forever subsequent
Forever doomed to never ask the basic question

We locked ourselves into a trajectory of self-preservation
And like a war dog
Unmercifully slaughter the enemy





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