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.