Ode to Chaos

An upset Quorra airs her sentiments of loneliness and despair, after the death of his two predecessors. She feels that existence seems meaningless - as she wrote in the lament for Evan - and that there must be a way to cope. She has not find it yet.

She does not turns to Pazuzu, but she understands - just think to her new alignment - that there can be no good without evil and that our lives will all end some day, for good or for ill.

This is an ode to chaos, but it ends with a heart-felt question about life and the future. She won't give up the search for a superior truth, meanwhile she can only fight for a better life for those under her reign. These are apparently meaningless words, but she's always been a free spirit and they reflect her moment of inner turmoil.

(the tune is sad, with a crescendo, ending in a slow despered whisper)

enter suicidal shadows

how hungry have we become

like animals naked in shame

fed with the hooves of apocalypse

that galloped down, disordered worlds behind

from word to a word I was led to a word

that spanned over cultures in rage

crimson masses, steeped in decadence

holding our tongues to the thirsty sun

so, is the future still open?

then enter, hornet, from our hive-dark hearts

to draw down the end from within

we need not the horns that emanate
from our warty, haunted bodies

nihilist pazuzu

the priceless art of their lives

sorrow is a wing laid atop their heads

skin deep, we carve our immeasurable sorrow

in the fold of your shivering arms

pazuzu,
your children wild
and filled with death

pazuzu,
in our unforgiving eyes

a pandemonium of bodies and gold

eager, as a part of your face

end the sickness attached to your skin,

as the wine-rush,

charging from androgynous wombs

to open free the lid of pain

pazuzu,
rinsed in post-human shadows

a monument scorned by the teeth of Time

stale-faced keeper of secrets,

leaded with implosive fire

the whore that carried the apostle

to the mating point on the graves of giants

we look at you, afraid
to see what we really are.

so, is the future still open?