Travel by sea

I just want to
take her with me
Snap my fingers
in a single sound
of lost echoes
and great stone walls.
I want to save her from them.
They never understood
what their victimhood
does to their minds.
They want to rise
out of the shadows
but they are kept in there
to hide their ugliness from
god’s new eyes.
the talk about identity
because their souls are overall
empty
and filled with the fury of nothing.
Fought by skeptics
that are even worse.
People will never be good to eachother
What this worlds need
is less people like me
believing
in nothing.
What a world saving
act
it would be
to put a barrel in my mouth
and smile with banality
above and onto me.