A thousand lines were drawn in the sand
Alas, cruel fate!
Extreme prejudice in all dimensions; thoughtful: shameful? Powerful
Twisting, tearing, writhing, screaming .
So soft, so delicate - but no longer!
And so it goes
Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!