trevor-john

Circumnavigate Earth with your never-ending journey;
To find peace,
But instead, you land in a place of abomination, of pure horror
Poverty, sickness, pollution, ****** **** war, 
Hatred
You move on, but everywhere is synonymous to everywhere
The only tranquillity that can be distinguished,
Is up in the place between heaven, and sea,
The place only reserved for your species
Designated to your entirety so that you can still live free
For as long and far as elegant wings can flutter
Superior to the Hell we call Home, to the Home we call Hell