Essentially, this poem is an elaborate rant about the fact that I can't get a girlfriend. |
Moirai, guiders of fate, guide me to Aprodita's hands. Lead me not to strife and hate, never of Eris' lands. Carry me toward Venus, a name is all that changes. So long as the effect stays thus, I will follow through the ages. No longer does Eris have me held, My life has moved from then. Now for me life can meld, And godess Freya may I quicken. I beg thee, hasten on thine path, Come to me, and give me my crave. Isis, containing what I wish empath, what my empathy craves, and I will cave. All that I want, I will be exulpated, It's not as hard, nothing to fear. My path along a road, illumination, exonarated, Aphrodite, whom I hold so dear. |