America in bleak battered the me the the nowhere Jesus red here
of sensitive bullshit! the rocks of Time! Real holy laughter in
the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose ear is a
smoking tomb! Moloch whose Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks!
Moloch Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose smokestacks
and antennae crown the cities! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose buildings