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  Embers over the Billabong Deeper into the scrub, darkness thickens, steeped in a heavy, ember-red glow. Overhead, the canopy dissolves into silhouettes, twisted paperbark and gum branches clawing through an atmosphere that smoulders with charcoal grit and iron dust. Then, the bush yields to water. Nestled in the basin of the scrub, a still billabong collects the night in an entirely different register. While the air above blazes raw crimson, the surface below gathers cool, luminous pools of cobalt, indigo, and shattered violet. For a moment, the outback’s heat seems suspended. There is only the quiet breathing of timber, the mirrored water holding the dark, and ancient country resting at the threshold between fire and stone. 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 pri...

The Abyss Stares Back

 


The Rapid Creek Abyss Stares Back

From the corruption and scandals of our colonial governments.
And the just moral and social evolutions afforded.

Far from the lands of despotism and aristocracy.
The Empire shaped this land.

The Abyss arrived.
All those deaths made in silence.

The instruments that silenced tongue, histories, and myth.
The institutions that maintain silence.


 The Rapid Creek Red Moon Eye

Lunar malevolence.
Fear of being attacked.
Fear of being eaten.

Cyclical predictions.
Growth-based endeavors.

An engineered future.
An empire. 
A sovereign state. 

Conquering many territories.
Subjecting people to one authority.
Many cultures under one kingdom.  

One kingdom one god.
Subjugation.
The wrath of one god.
Enforced by law.




Abyss The Character Of Storm

Ill at ease.
Discomfort and distress.
Settlers breaking down.

Opportunistic men.
Of self-interest.
In denial of atrocities committed.
Structured towards blame-shifting.

The rights of lordship.
And those who fall outside of God’s creation.
The awful silence.
Of enacting a liminal rite.

A threshold. 
To triumph over the past 
To triumph over the future.
Earning the means for eternal life.



Abyss music by JJFBbennett



The Abyss Bug Sunset

Think about it.
All of the souls that can be captured.
Those uncivilized tribes.
Their untapped potential.

The foul proclamations made by winners.
Of the killings and their trail of devastation.
Justified.

A stronger race.
A higher-grade race.
A more worldly-wise race.  
Has come in and taken their place.












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