Prepare Yourselves

Prepare yourselves, my friends;

The worst is about to come.

We will be hurt from inside,

Out of hope, we will run.

The closest will hurt us,

The farthest will love us.

But the latter will be taken away,

And dark clouds will be above us.

They will criticize us;

No one will notice our goodness.

We will soon become like them;

We will succumb to cruelty and rudeness.

Prepare yourselves, my friends;

The worst is about to come.

We will be hurt from inside,

Out of hope, we will run.