Moloch loves like a tsunami crushing cities. Tiny, squishy, self-important apes darting through a neon canopy of iron and glass trees invading an angry sky embracing Moloch. Making love to Moloch of promises and digits on a counter driven by sorcery of smiling men with teeth ground to points.
Moloch has claimed death as his own! Dying is costly and steals needed blood from Moloch so surviving is slightly cheaper. Dancing with Moloch wearing sweat-scented perfume and bleeding toes. Moloch knows all the dance moves.
Moloch learned them all from slap on the wrist six months club fed ape funded vacation. Moloch sold his debt to America at a profit. Moloch strangles prophets in the womb. Moloch stirs the apes to hate each other then sells us weapons and laughs like rapid-fire bullets into an elementary school.
Moloch! Plutonium toothpaste, mind controlling advertisements blowing brains out of ears like dust motes in a hurricane. Moloch wants you to work harder! Moloch loves you! Your family means nothing to Moloch. Moloch is a warm blanket of razor blades in an ice cold night.
Moloch leaves you face down, bloated and alone in a random gutter of a ruined city and looks for the next dreamer to eat.
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