This
Present existence
Maybe hell, and I may be the umteenth denizen to agree that it is.
BUT
Also
I
Cannot ignore
The ecstasy and Paradise
I
See and feel
While
Adjacently
The
Great atrocities
Subtly and blatantly
Still
Go on,
Blood and guts
Blasting it in our faces
While I visit the park and
Feed the ducks
Thinking...
It's getting too hot.