A terrible and half-hearted impression of the second part of Ginsberg's Howl

Out, Moloch! Sin of dustless life! Tragedy and shame like twin bed shadows grow on, the fire growing! 

Moloch the bedazzled fucking of lusting arachnids shedding! Off Moloch, these robes of designer feathers and wireless braziers! 

Moloch the messianic virtue of a dream come to light! Now sunk, worms and stuff, Titanic! Why such vaingloriousness down here!