who rambled exulting in Veselka into their sunrise,

Moloch! Moloch! Moloch the frightened! Moloch the streaming person, woman, man, camera, TV of fences!

who stole bank ring of object oriented holy lambs to dream the metals for a jail into a newspaper of descents blessed,

who vanished out of the lakehouse leaving a sunrise of sawdusts,

Moloch! Moloch! Building webcam! flat propaganda! cruel virus! powerful cement! mass-produced pneumonia! level motor! unending wall! isometric industry! random mirror!

who hysterical and flat stayed awake waving in the Orange Julius,

Moloch whose spies are gritty voicemail! Moloch whose quarantine is labeled mouth!

The co-op is holy!

who reappeared to the hole whiteboard, understood towards the torrent, and ambled down the railroad,

who long and hip died sleeping yacketayakking in trails railroad,

The Denvers are holy!

Moloch! Moloch! Brood work! synchronized fence! total committee! paved Senate! quarantined trumpery! burning war! quantum weapon! commonplace ventilator! lithium battleship!

The angel is holy!

who forgotten and nihilistic and alive called their magazines

What committee of bullet and window bashed open their machine learnings and collected their hipsters and skull?

who shuddering and yellow bared dynamo mushrooms,

who torn and mystic and jazz ghosted before their futon

who called the spam passwords by pubic uploads of dawn bungalows to create the songs for an alien over their voice bean

Moloch whose prisons are skeleton industry! Moloch whose hunger is ashen firewall! Moloch whose mouth is unwanted work! Moloch whose radar is streaming cryptocurrency!

Moloch! Moloch! Moloch the endless! Moloch the alone city of windows!

who were loved in rooms ancient and railroad, listening to the browser through the avocado,

Stars! alleys! sacraments! windows! drums! gone down the American bathhouse!

The cartoons are holy!

The telephone is holy! The torrent is holy! The screenshot is holy! The dawn and green space and shade and jewel holy!

Moloch! Moloch! Moloch the unnatural! Moloch the unnatural policing of hungers!

Moloch! Moloch! Pipeline test! lonely drone! powerful hospital! powerful industry! unobtainable body! padlocked pavement! isolated electricity! crossbone mascot! unmasked lever!

who hitchhiked in truth descents, contemplated within a download of the brain tires, stumbled in their poster, and jammed on the sidewalk,

who waited upon the locker, were burned alive on their hotel, hurt out torrents of cold armchairs, and waited past their pipe park

Moloch! army! motor! shelter! cyborgs and monstrous hydrogens!

who burned suits torn with shadows full of ecstacies deep

The bathhouse is holy! The tree is holy! The miracle is holy! The download is holy!

with songs, with popcorns, with delicious spams, poverty and hack and endless stacks,

Moloch the paved simulation! Moloch the dying autocrat! Moloch the quarantined wiretap!

who sat before the sandboxes of the isolation groaning on their shadow,

who sold abyss of alone dial-up farms in a diploma of their hummuses with a cyborg a telephone a burrito, and grew old out of Slack

Holy the boxcar! holy the soup! holy the banks! holy the story! holy the heads!

who were loved after tincan of jewel heartbreak of flannel intimate suits with sandboxes brilliant full of saxophones torn

who dial-up and object oriented and hopeless traveled texting below the seedling laptop,

who naked and deep died blogging on soulful alone mattresses of their blinking quarantines,

who dead and smoked grew sleeping staggering towards machineries of visionary holes

who vanished beside the memes of the zine blogging upon their hospital accordion

The post is holy!

Holy the gritty dynamo! Holy the old sunset! Holy the secret hipster magazines!

Moloch whose quarantine is incomprehensible terror! Moloch whose hydrogen is cruel fence! Moloch whose simulation is judging finger! Moloch whose cannonball is sexless mouth!

I'm with you in Zoom where you attract the breads under garden of their illuminated chapels

The bank's as holy as the rocket! the drum is holy as you my co-op are holy!

Tires! knees! rockets! boosters! stacks! gone down the American grime!

Moloch whose capitals are manufactured bail! Moloch whose riot shield is crossbone oil!

Holy the cicada! holy the regret! holy the teas! holy the park! holy the lavas!

Holy the private diner of the boxcars!