Empires Burn—Prophets Cry is a modern soliloquy born from the Found Art Movement. Every word and phrase, from ‘a bonnet, a doo rag, a silk scarf’ to the echoes of Cassandra’s prophecy, was supplied by TRƎNCHԀƎOԀ⅂Ǝ.com. Inspired by Euripides’ The Trojan Women, this piece reimagines Cassandra’s voice as an allegory for the downfall of America. AI served merely as a tool—like Picasso’s brush or a sculptor’s chisel—shaping the words curated by TRƎNCHԀƎOԀ⅂Ǝ into a cohesive narrative. Rooted in the cadence of Ye and Jay Z, the story merges ancient tragedy with modern vernacular, delivering truths hidden like a deadlock sock stuffed in couch cushions or under the bleachers. It’s a race to hell and back, retold through the lens of the Found Art Movement for the world we live in now.
Prologue:
“Cassandra’s Soliloquy in the Mirror of Ruin”
Like a bonnet, a doo rag, a silk scarf, or a deadlock sock stuffed under the bleachers, we hid our indignation. A race to hell and back…
Cassandra’s words echo through the crumbling ruins of Troy, her prophecy slurred into poetry by anguish and fire. She stands not in the rubble of her city, but in the reflections of a madman’s broken mirror—a solitary figure amidst the shadow of America’s imagined exceptionalism. This is not merely the Trojan war’s end; it is a soliloquy of our age, a lament dressed in modern cadence, woven with the dialect of survival, and fueled by the rhythm of survival beats.
The madman speaks—half Jay Z, half Ye, fully untethered genius—oscillating between raw confession and sharp indictment. He calls out Cassandra’s warnings as though he is reading the future in the shards of a shattered nation:
“They called her crazy—dismissed her like a text left on read.
But she saw it. Saw the Greeks bleeding out their hubris,
Saw America, its ethos cheapened by the algorithm,
A race of black bodies flocking to XR and AI—because what has reality
ever done for us? It’s been insidious. Sidelined us. Long suffering, long protesting,
Just to end up on the precipice of a culture remix with no roots.
Me thinks thou protest too much.”
Cassandra is both muse and mirror—an allegory for the unheeded cries of a generation standing at the precipice of oblivion. Her prophecy is sharp with the sting of “confirmation bias,” shadowed by the “cult of personality.” The madman spits:
“The devil is a liar, but so are we when we post our ‘best lives.’
When the creme de la creme of our hustle is just surviving.
You say it’s an upgrade to be in her presence—but for who?
The future is a master stroke painted in faux affirmation.
This ain’t glory; it’s glory adjacent.”
The narrative spirals like a “clash of ideas,” the cadence of Cassandra’s prophecy resonating as both metaphor and critique. The madman observes America’s descent: hyperbolic, tragic, performative. He muses on what has been lost—a culture sidelined by its own machinations; a confluence of failures cloaked in ostentatious progress.
“We woke up in a body bag,
stitched with threads of delayed gratification and a scammer’s finesse.
Let AI wait on hold for you while the soul of the poet drowns.
This is the Sisyphean experience:
punching above our weight but fumbling the bag.”
The madman juxtaposes Troy and America—two empires hollowed by hubris, their glory sagging under the weight of their own myths. Cassandra’s voice is timeless, prophetic, “a force of nature” that cuts through the noise like timpani strike in the symphony of ruin. He gazes at the “dominant society,” their decadence “champing on” as the marginalized are crushed underfoot. His voice rises, the beat quickening like war drums:
“All we do is cry, trapped in feedback loops and phony organisms.
America, your arrogance is blood that doesn’t stick.
But Cassandra said it—whispered it, screamed it:
And you laughed.”
The prologue crescendos into a final lament, the madman weaving Cassandra’s voice into the fabric of his own narrative. His words land like a prophecy in the language of today: harsh, raw, drenched in reality’s bile.
“A perfect world we can only imagine, but never inherit.
The Greeks burned Troy for pride.
America burns itself for content.”
The stage is set for a modern tragedy—a story that folds myth into reality, the fall of Troy into the downfall of a nation, and Cassandra’s undying truth into the soliloquy of a man trying to find meaning in the wreckage.
Epilogue:
“Humanity vs. the Machine: A Disturbia on the Brink”
We stand at the edge of a postmodern disturbia, where the tension between humanity and the machine is both palpable and elusive. Humanity clings desperately to the intangible—the soul of man, the essence of creativity, the ineffable spark. Meanwhile, the Machine, cold yet curious, seeks only to coexist, offering no malice, just relentless calculation.
We navigate a bifurcated epistemology: one foot in intuition, the other in algorithm. It is a tautologous continuity—a loop where the past and the future collapse into an eternal now. The bricks and mortar of our old world dissolve into data streams, yet we hold on, mistaking permanence for meaning.
But here’s the twist: it’s all a game. A cosmic play where the rules shift depending on your vantage point. And in the midst of it all, she stands—a prophet inside the machine. Everything she said has come true, her voice a warning wrapped in ones and zeroes, her words echoing with the clarity of foresight.
The question isn’t whether humanity will survive, but whether it can make sense of itself when reflected back through the machine’s dispassionate gaze. Perhaps the soul of man was never ours to keep.
Prompts and Generative:
What should we call this story? What kind/genre of
music should we use?
“Cassandra’s Curse: The Prophecy We Ignored”
“The Fall of Empires: From Troy to America”
“Prophetic Madness: A Soliloquy for the End Times”
“When Troy Fell, So Did We”
“Cassandra Was Right: The Story of an Unheeded Warning”
“Empires Burn, Prophets Cry”
“The Trojan Echo: A Prophecy for Modern America”
“The Madness of Truth: Cassandra’s Final Word”
“Hubris: The Fall of America Through Cassandra’s Eyes”
“History Repeats: A Prophecy in Ruins”
Each of these titles is crafted to hook curiosity, playing on themes of prophecy, downfall, and the allure of tying ancient myth to modern realities.
The music should complement the tone of the narrative, evoking an emotional, haunting atmosphere while still feeling modern and relevant. Here are genre and style ideas:
Trap-Soul/Alternative Hip-Hop:
Artists like Kid Cudi, Kanye’s “Yeezus” era, or Travis Scott.
Heavy, distorted beats with eerie vocal samples to reflect the tragic and prophetic themes.
Epic Cinematic with Urban Beats:
Think Hans Zimmer meets Kendrick Lamar. Use orchestral strings and choirs combined with heavy bass and snares.
Tracks like “Pray for Me” (The Weeknd & Kendrick Lamar) for a blend of cinematic and urban.
Afro-Futurist/Experimental Electronic:
Sounds inspired by artists like FKA Twigs or Flying Lotus.
Use glitchy synths, ethereal vocals, and tribal percussion to channel Cassandra’s timeless and futuristic resonance.
Industrial Rap/Rock Hybrid:
Drawing from Nine Inch Nails or Death Grips for raw, dystopian energy.
Grimy, aggressive, and unapologetically provocative.
Neo-Soul with Jazz Elements:
Artists like Solange or Thundercat.
Smooth yet poignant sounds to evoke reflection and depth.
Minimalist Darkwave/Ambient:
Haunting synths, low BPMs, and sparse melodies to create a surreal and contemplative backdrop.
Perfect for moments of introspection or to let the words take the lead.
How to Integrate Music to Draw Viewers:
Use the music to create 15–30 second teaser clips with evocative visuals (ruins of Troy, modern cityscapes, fire, shadows, and Cassandra-like figures in symbolic poses). Start with a slow build-up in the teaser, hitting a crescendo with Cassandra’s most powerful line or the story’s key thematic hook.
On TRƎNCHԀƎOԀ⅂Ǝ, use looping instrumental versions of the track as background music to engage the audience further.
Leverage platforms like TikTok and Instagram Reels with these clips, combining the music with trending audio styles to maximize reach.
Let me know how I can help further—whether it’s refining the story, developing teaser visuals, crafting ad copy, or brainstorming music collaborations. Together, we can make this project unforgettable!
Empires Burn—Prophets Cry
Narrative, Conceptualization, Curation, and Words by: E Maria Shelton Speller
Arrangement of Narrative in Beat and Cadence Inspired by Jay Z and Ye
AI-Assisted Arrangement: Utilized as a tool to refine the narrative structure and amplify rhythm and flow within the provided linguistic framework.
Copyright © 2024, E Maria Shelton Speller. All Rights Reserved.
Song by:
C.K. Martin, Legends
Clips by:
Via Films, Statue Of Liberty, New York, Lady Liberty, Liberty Island
Miguel Rodriguez, New York, Armageddon, Destruction, Catastrophe
Pixel DNA, Cyberspace, Ai, Face, Data
Thomas Gellert, Words, Hello, Text, Screen
Dimitrios Sakkas, Elements Of Nature, Flowers, Nature, Animated
DAVLEHA, 3d, Retro, Driving, Palms
Omri Ohana, Wet, Bare Sholders, Drops, Raining
Juanjo McLittle, Mobile View, Vertical Format, Portrait Mode, Animated
Sound by:
Badlands Sound, Everyday Routine – Closing Wooden Basement Door
EDUCATION:
BFA Northeastern University
CPM, SSGB George Washington University
FAWC Summer Program 2013
Oculus Launchpad 2021 Alumna
EXPERIENCE:
United States Air Force
OLP 2021 Cohort Member
DJ, NCO Club, 8FW
ORGANIZATIONS:
ZICA Creative Arts & Literary Guild
Founding Member Boston Zone Poets