Moloch’s Faction

Moloch’s Faction

A Poem by John Putignano

Let the insufficient b*****d sob

Promptly we’ll stick it with Moloch

Hallowed sigils and feral dances

we’ll let the devils hear our furor

Moloch is rendered with iron

he maintains a compartment for this insignificant, goddamn runt

The lass is to be sanctified in hellfire

Oh, heed the infant’s howl while we use it to nourish the blazes

Black mist ululates from Moloch’s gaze

the dancers, partakers in sacrilege, abruptly standstill

The newborn‘s scorched, nonetheless, i’s now pure

and so the unruly ghouls erupt into orgy

© 2021 John Putignano

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Added on December 18, 2021
Last Updated on December 18, 2021
Tags: occult, satanic, gnostic


John Putignano
John Putignano

Seekonk, MA

*IMPORTANT NOTICE ABOUT CONTENT* My writing tends to be very dark and often includes sensitive subject matter. In many of my stories the narrator is an unsavory character and the tale is written fr.. more..