the void where you must feel very strange I'm with you in
Rockland the worms of the band and blew the their skulls and ate up
their brains and imagination? Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness!
Ashcans and unob stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men loveless!
Mental Moloch! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of
are ten armies! Moloch whose factories Moloch whose ear is a
cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose