Apocalust _best_ <FAST>

So they did. On car hoods still warm from the fires. In churches where the stained glass wept colors onto naked backs. With names forgotten by morning, faces blurred by the next wave of heat.

Because the apocalypse doesn’t make you pure. It makes you honest . And honesty, when the clock hits zero, is just another word for hunger. apocalust

Not the hunger for the end itself, no. Something worse. Something sweeter. So they did