The Invention of Good and Evil Pt.2: Judgment of Flame, Choice of Harmony

[Verse 1] Fire, it burns — Snap! Clap! The inner judge beats the heart, resonates like cymbals. Light, Ahura Mazda! A long breath calls for order, flowing like a melody. Darkness, Angra Mainyu! One note tears the world, chaos turns to dissonance. [Chorus] Good thoughts, good words, good deeds, three chords stretching out. The spectator is gone, we are now the choosers. The flame never dies, the spark of conscience flickers. Every night, every dawn, a harmony rises again. [Verse 2] Today the stage has changed. AI eyes scan the city glass, algorithms cut the flow of crowds. The Arctic cracks like a giant bass, the streets roar like trumpets. Inequality drums on and on, the beat repeating endlessly. [Bridge] And I ask — do we still live in Zoroaster’s rhythm? Or a new chord, another improvisation of morality, stands before us now? [Chorus – Reprise] The flame does not answer. Our hearts, our conscience, resound on this stage. The final note, remains the harmony we choose.