the morning in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch
whose factories smokestacks and antennae crown the cities! Moloch
whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose mind is pure
machinery! Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose skyscrapers
stand in the parks! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and
Congress of Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Angels!
Crazy in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in