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The Terminal Horizon Highway

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The Terminal Horizon Highway  The Terminal Horizon Tourist Bus Would you catch the Terminal Horizon bus? Travel sketches by metamodernist artist JJFBbennett The Long Highway Out here, the world ends not in silence, but in fire. The asphalt bleeds into cracked red earth, stretching toward a bruised horizon where the sky refuses to cool. Behind the glass, you drive chasing ghosts through a desert that forgot rain a lifetime ago. Beneath the Scorch Every road leads deeper into the furnace. Even below the surface, the rock fissures and weeps, hot steam rising through subterranean fractures where molten veins pulse in the dark, feeding an ancient, unforgiving heat. Broken Arteries What we built couldn’t hold. Rails twist into the dunes, swallowed by iron sand and wind. Bridges split down the seam, concrete splintered into raw bone, tangled rebar, and dying wires crackling into the smoke. The machines stopped; the wasteland stayed. The Last Horizon And when the road finally runs out, the...
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We are going in

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We are going in

(Verse 1)
Our energy, it's draining, draining low. Our reserves, dwindling, dwindling.
Faces glow, a strained, weary show. So weary.
A crisis, a crisis at hand. The Primary Trade Lane, gripped. So tightly gripped.
Delta-Nine, a nightmare. It's about to make us slip. Just slip.

(Chorus)
But then, a presence. A presence.
A hospitality's call, on the fringe. The very fringe of uncharted space. Before we fall. We fall.
The anomaly. A desperate hope. In the night.
Their whole mission, hanging. Hanging in the dim, fading light. So dim.

(Bridge)
Yeah, we're going in. Going in.
With a whisper. And a plea.
Into the unknown. The unknown. For all the world to see. To see.
The ozone, thin. So thin. Despair in the air. Just despair.
But something. Something is out there. Beyond compare. Beyond.

(Chorus)
The anomaly. A desperate hope. In the night.
Their whole mission, hanging. Hanging in the dim, fading light. So dim.
We're going in. Going in.
With a whisper. And a plea.
Into the unknown. The unknown. For all the world to see. To see.








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. 

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