In this purely cruel world,
My good deeds are my vulnerabilities.
My sins are my aid and the only way of survival.
Maybe Heaven comes to the good-doers
But also, it only comes to the Dead.
This world can be a hell of wrong deeds.
But it gives me a Life, which is much more worth than just being dead.
I don't know what might happen tomorrow,
But on this day, I know that I must Survive.
I might not end up in heaven
But definitely, I'll end up with one more day in this Life, which can become My Heaven.
Have tried to illustrate the darker side in humans and the plight of survival through this poem. Think its too evil?