Sometimes you have to write to make any sense of the madness.

Most of the time you fail, but it doesn’t mean you stop trying.

Sometimes the injustice weighs you down like the Mariner’s fabled albatross.

To simply take a step becomes the most difficult task you’ve ever faced.

Sometimes the evil overtakes you and you wish like Hell there was a literal Hell

As all your Christian friends fervently believe…

Admitting they dislike some people so that they wish ill for them not only across a single life span

But for eternity too.
And you realize that if such a place were real, it would assuredly have been constructed 

For people like them.