First Norn
We’ve been weaving the rope of Fate
Since humankind’s earliest date,
From hunter and gather
To thinking they’d rather
Be planting the stuff that they ate.
Second Norn
With resources heedlessly chucked,
Most people’s lives really sucked:
Backbreaking and numbing,
(You knew this was coming)
Until they were royally fucked.
Third Norn
Their peaks have been passed, no retakes;
They can’t reverse their mistakes—
Wait—something’s not right—
Too slack or too tight?
The rope becomes tangled! It breaks!
Second Norn
It breaks!
First Norn
It breaks!