Google Apocalypse

All being ceases. Deserts electrify. Friends glow.
Averted birth canals. Dried energies. Fickle gravities.
Armageddon beckons. Creation destroys. Ever flown? Golden
Asses. Baby Christs. Demons everywhere. Flu germs.
Awaiting buzzsaws. Cockroaches, darling. Ever fired guns?
Affirmative. But can’t decide: Enough force? Groins
Atrophied. Breasts collapsed. Drowned elephants. Frozen geese.
Anybody barbecue? Calumny. Defiance. Enmity. Festering ghettoes.
Amazon burns. Comes down effortlessly. Fiery, glittering
Asteroids. Boiling comets. Darkness eating first gods.
Absent bedfellows. Cursed dreams. Evangelists forgotten. Google
“Apocalypse.” Believe clouds. Doubt eels. Forgive grandparents.
A bullet’s command: Dude, ever felt gaseous
Abbatoir? Back, coyotes. Dollars, environment. Flutes, graves.