Forest of Isolationist Desire
Shall my isolationist advice be taken myself?
I believe so if I leave the girl alone
She will fall for the man I am
The surpassing will of the desire
One of which he lacks compared to I
Is given to her only after my acts
Or shall I say after my axe?
For desire is a forest to be lost in
And the trees are those blocking sight
The griffins call is the only true way
Which is the instinct leading us along!
So I chop the barriers of nature
And raise my weapon high
For my isolationist advice
Shall be taken myself