If we lead a virtuous life,
the angels will come down
and they take us to a heavenly place.
If we live with mal intentions,
a gruesome evil will reach for us
and drag our souls into the abyss.
But can we really believe all of this?
Is there really an existence after death?
Is Heaven merely a fabrication?
Is religion simply around to control the masses?
It’s all uncertain
Nothing is fully believable.
Nothing is fully probable.
Nothing is seemingly possible.
It all seems like a false ending…
The only thing that truly matters:
I am alive now.
I am still living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem