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I dream of the apocalypse long for it fantasize daily of what it would be like the world as we know it ending never to be the same again the pain of lost nostalgia society crumbling a fresh start I long to see human nature stripped down to animal form raw fury primal instincts we would all be killers wild and desperate so focused on survival we'd forget about all the petty things that used to matter everything would be different no one would have to hide anymore I WOULDN'T HAVE TO HIDE ANYMORE! we could succumb to it the darkness the Monster it wouldn't matter the demons that plague you who you love who you are all your deepest darkest secrets suddenly simply methods of survival I would survive, I think we would alone together just fighting zombies let's be honest: they aren't that bad anyway someday, society would be reborn a new one post-apocalyptic we would go back to what we once were creatures of the night of blood and beauty but for a while, nothing but anarchy lawlessness pure desperate survival where nothing matters and everything goes I dream of the apocalypse
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Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 12:14 AM UTC
Apocalypse Dreams
I dream of the apocalypse long for it fantasize daily of what it would be like the world as we know it ending never to be the same again the pain of lost nostalgia society crumbling a fresh start I long to see human nature stripped down to animal form raw fury primal instincts we would all be killers wild and desperate so focused on survival we'd forget about all the petty things that used to matter everything would be different no one would have to hide anymore I WOULDN'T HAVE TO HIDE ANYMORE! we could succumb to it the darkness the Monster it wouldn't matter the demons that plague you who you love who you are all your deepest darkest secrets suddenly simply methods of survival I would survive, I think we would alone together just fighting zombies let's be honest: they aren't that bad anyway someday, society would be reborn a new one post-apocalyptic we would go back to what we once were creatures of the night of blood and beauty but for a while, nothing but anarchy lawlessness pure desperate survival where nothing matters and everything goes I dream of the apocalypse
It would be so much... easier, don't you think?
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This beautiful world
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 12:14 AM UTC
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