Capricious, fate stands naked
Lays prostrate at it’s feet
As its leash is yanked back and forth
By those of bold and rebellious heat

Exacting fate cries out livid
Unable to endure the strain
And the people cower, hesitant
Their souls have all been drained

And at the end of everything
There’s one fact we must admit
And while many remain docile
Rather than risk rotting in the pit

There will always be a norm
‘Cause we live for the fight
And die for the storm
No, we never forget or forgive
It’s unspecific form