זה טקסט שכתבתי באנגלית על אלוהים וזה אז מי שמבין ויוכל לתת ביקורת אני אשמח

I dont wish I were dead.
Not because life is gentle,
but because death promises nothing kinder.
Up there, there is only God.
And God, they say,
keeps a special kind of hell
for those who dare to leave early.
So you wait.
Patiently.
Until God decides its your time to go,
while everything in between
is reduced to obedience,
to following His rules.
But what kind of life is that?
Living by a borrowed God,
and a faith that was never truly yours.
No one warns you
how hollow obedience can be.
Faith asks you to close your eyes,
call the darkness holy,
and trust that someone else
knows better what you deserve.
Sin, at least, asks nothing.
It doesnt promise salvation.
It doesnt ask for blindness.
It only asks that you feel
the weight of your own wanting,
and admit it was yours.
If this is blindness,
then obedience is sleep.
And I am tired
of calling sleep a virtue.

אם יש שגיאות אז תגידו כדי שאתקן