Thursday, 3 January 2013

MOLOCH



MOLOCH

Perhaps he has been restrained by chains of tenderness,
Perhaps grids of love have blocked off his path,
Perhaps perfumes of goodness lull his power,
Perhaps a flagstone of wisdom reinforce his cell,
But the beast starts to fidget about restless,
And naught could ever contain his hungry awakening;
Cry for your litter, women,
They won´t go on living a long while,
Not when with a millennial bloodlust
Moloch comes back.

2 comments:

  1. Thank you very much for such beautiful lyrics.

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  2. Very kind of yours, really. Be my guest here...

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