Are you ready to love

We are all pretending that we are not scared.

The clouds are getting darker, heavy and deep.

We know that Evil is coming.

We have sacrificed the good,

With the desperate hope that Evil will recognize

What we gave away for it,

And decide, just this once, to be Good to us.

But is Evil capable of being good?

Sometimes I wonder where the blame truly lies:

Is it the Evil at fault,

Or the coward who let it in?

Childhood is ending.

It is time to leave our parents' homes

Before they pass and their brothers kick us out.

A child confuses what is easy with love,

But an adult knows that sometimes, love is hard.

Are we going to defend what we feel entitled to, like children,

When that very same effort

Could build a world of our own, like adults?

Are we ready to grow up on our own terms,

Or will we wait and let the Evil raise us?

For a child, love is optional.

But for the adult, love is the only way.

Are we willing to fight as dirty as the dark?

Are we going to cower and fight for the Evil?

Or are we willing to guide the Evil back to Good?

Growing is not an option.

Sooner or later, you will have to be an adult.

Tell me—

Are you ready to love?