America & narcotic of wandered who their on off from and
antennae crown the cities! Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone!
Moloch whose Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the long
streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose love is endless oil and
stone! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the darkness under
the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology, who
scribbled all night rocking