The god Moloch

The god Moloch

11.26.05 (8:18 am)   [edit]
I saw the creature one night
Majestic on the mountain he stood
With golden fur that simmered
Reflecting the moon light
Strong and sure…..

A lion I thought
Until I look more intently
And saw truly this was something new,
That I have never seen before,
And fervently hope never to see again
while in my mortal coil

The body of a lion he had
Well muscled,
Powerful, and arrogant he stood,
With large horns strutting out sharp and mean
From his proud fur laced head.

The horns were black from dry blood
Seemingly recently shed,
With eyes red
With the desire for revenge,
That made him look quite mad.

It had powerful paws,
With eagle talons perfectly mounted,
That would tear its prey to shreds,
A death slow surely for the victim
That needed not to be dead.

It had fangs like a snake
Dripping poison acid.
That destroyed anything
That it contacted.
Leaving only ruin behind.

And large leather wings of a bat.
Long and powerful.
Making flight
Easy and sure.
Than none could hide from or escape

It had a large phallus between its legs
That would put horses to shame,
Constantly erect, and ready for action,
And victims which are plenty
For rape is its favorite sport

It looked at me and said in a human voice
Truly horrible to hear
I am the creature of
War, pillage, rape and fear,
Made in the likeness of man,
For Moloch is my name, whom mankind adores.