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American Moloch 

I dreamed of Moloch

Its many arms

brandishing rifles

while prostrate before It

men with American flags

stitched to greasy ball caps

bowed down in worship

and tossed their children

pleading and screaming

into Its fiery belly

to be roasted alive

for the God's entertainment.

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