Al-Malik

Al-Malik, horrid king besmeared with blood.
Of human sacrifice and parents' tears.
Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud.
Their children’s cries unheard that passed through fire.
To his grim idols. Him the ammonite.
His temple right against the temple of God.
Moloch! Solitude! Filth!
Incomprehensible prison whose mind is pure machinery
And whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen.
Slips into the brazier. To pass between flame and flame.
Rendering infants immortal through purification.