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The Empire of the Primrose

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  Empire of the Primrose poem The city fell in a single night.  Holding it would take longer. So the painters were summoned,  and the saints on the walls were given his family's eyes. A bloodline was found for him,  older than the walls,  older than the kings who raised them. Now even the earth must forget it ever belonged to anyone else. The Empire of the Primrose - Station 1 Do you have recurring dreams? Travel Sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett The cycle always resets at dusk, like waking inside the cold architecture of an unyielding, repetitive dream. I walk the wet, cobbled veins of an ancient European city, passing beneath stone arches hung with heavy, lifeless flags, heraldry drained of colour, damp cloth clinging to wooden poles like dead skin. There is no breath of wind, only the low, humming pressure of an era turning in its sleep. I reach into an iron sconce and tear loose a torch of roaring, ragged fire. The flame casts jittering amber shad...
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The Abyss Stares Back

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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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