Zombocalpyse

Heaven becomes anesthesia to all the wounds that mark your pain. In only a few years, all the bad in the world shall disappear with a tiny wooden box and a soar into the sky. But, what if god’s not there? Shall one’s sleep be invaded by something else? I remember requesting to not have an alarm clock.

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