Furiosa’s Forebear

I found her. Clearly
my legacy remains.
The world that was was never made for us.
Become the unmaking.

Breaker of building breed – be sand to their comings and goings.
Judgment Day arrived a flashing lick of the Fury's lash.
She chose you. The machine’s muscle means nothing in the face
of our goddess engine. Make them anew

world. I am the chronicler. Destroyers do it too
I am the Connor that lived. A spite to the great coming's persistence.
Free us. Ceasage of war tastes of love. They'd fondle
an Apocalypse in the right skirt. War is deception.

We are the becoming – a proto gesserit. Blessed are the makers.