Wrapped in Guilt
We don’t care about humans anymore
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Dead bodies are all over the place.
Infected corpses are treated no better than garbage. Wrapped in plastic bags, the scavengers have no guilt while throwing the dead bodies in the sidewalk. Scavengers were once the personalisation of hope, gathering infected people who still had a chance to live and be saved in the facilities to cure them.
As the time has passed and solution or cure is nowhere to be found, men and women start blaming the government for taking away their family members with no guarantee they will ever see them again.
Experiments needed to be done, so all can be free and safe..
Elite knows better, I guess.
What kind of guilt trapped you, my dearest? What makes your breath go heavy just by thinking of it?
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Design by Argus Dorian | Dark Cyberpunk Artist
Story by Revna & Argus Dorian
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A closer look in the darkness
If you had a chance to leave your cell, would you use every single cell you got to grab it?
I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?
I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy?
Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.
Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home?
Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.
I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer…
I know, I would. As a matter of fact, I did. I had to. You see, ‘normal’ can be something totally different for you than what it is to me. And that’s okay. No judgment. Neither you or I can be sure which one is right.. and why should we?
I only care if you’re happy.. Are you happy? Does it get too much sometimes? I know it does. The pressure consumes you, anxiety is a serious enemy. Your overthinking must be killing you. Unless you’re not an overthinker and you’re just practical… right? Where does your practice keep getting you? Do you get the results you’re craving? I hope you do.
Are you comfortable enough in your skin? In your clothes? In your family? Does your house feel like home? Don’t answer to me. I don’t need to hear it. You do. They say, be careful of what you’re thinking because it is that one step before action. What are you thinking.. I wonder. No worries.
I will keep this secret of yours if you keep mine… come closer…
Die gewalt an kleine makaken baby’s.
Ich schaue mir seit neustrm video auf instagram und youtube an, fand diese video echt toll aber irgendwie wollte ich mehr wissen, dabei erfuhr ich wahrheit.
Es war alles nur schow. In wirklichkeit geht es all den süssen affen babys richtig scheisse.
Mich lassen ihre geschichten nicht mehr los.
Die menschen sind einfach nur grausame bestien, eine schande das heute immer noch sowas ungestrafft davon kommt.
People generally tend to destroy everything and think of their profit only.. I know how they use and torture animals for that, I have a post about it on my Instagram https://www.instagram.com/p/BvEnPgZFY0K/?igshid=NWRhNmQxMjQ=
The extrinsic guilt of not being able to assimilate with what’s being fed as “normal.” What’s required of us to act, behave, what’s acceptable; and any deviation outside of those constructs makes you objectionable. Undesired. I’ve sighed heavily since childhood knowing that stepping into this world and having to deal with humanity at large would require a “mask”, or multiple “masks”, to pretend to accept their idiosyncrasies, their indoctrinations just to survive. I sigh heavily knowing the disease of the human mind and spirit is monetized, popularized, mechanized… Weaponized. And I wonder if my struggles are just a war of attrition.
Thank you my friend for all the support and the amazing comments you always make!