Also in another world,
Minds of intellect precious as gold.
Molded in the hands that will not be scold,
A word to wise, secrets and truths will one day be unfold.
I have a fight to fight and a story to be told,
Bite the fruit of life, Oh Eve our death, the wisdom that sustains my soul.

Am I ready?
Lie at a price unwilling to be sold,
In dept in modern civilization far from home.
God is my solid rock and my standing stone,
Stuck on this planet called earth, a life trapping dome,
Fire in my soul sorrows extinguished with pipes of foam.

Ice cream in a cone fall slow to the floor,
When I change there would be more open doors.
Strength of core not physically but mentally and spiritually assured,
Giving balance to the purpose of dying and being on this forsaken earth anymore.

Am I ready?
Ready for what I should ask,
Finding the answers for that question will be an enervating task.
There, a fake smile worn by a human like a mask,
Your essence in the devil's glass and you blood in his legions flasks.

My body and mind must coincide with each other,
Like twins that are identical whether sister and brother.
I must stream the possibilities of my opportunities, failure I cannot cover.

I am ready no more questioning myself,
I am ready to try being the sum of better+ment.
For myself and not for those who look at me for strength,
My child to come in time to come of unknown length.

In this world,
Many minds have vast intellect like gold,
Impurities born and are unworthy to be scold.
A wise man to a fool truths were ignored but told,
This sweet fruit, Oh Eve I rather choose righteousness and sustenance for my soul.