’Ēl searched everyday for something but that day he searched more than usual. His house was very lonely now and none of his children were around. He left his house and nobody noticed. ’Ēl noticed the barren and how its landscape shifted toward the sky. He walked to the closest hut. He went through the door and found good Ol Moloch.

Good Mooolo

Geddy Milo

Molly Ringwald

Mathis Von Mall

John Locke

He was sitting in his birthday suit feasting on a screaming child.

“What are you doing?” asked ’Ēl.

“Eating.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m hungry.”

“Does it taste good?”

“It is delicious.”

“How does it make you feel?”

Moloch wept.

“Less hungry.”

’Ēl comforted the crying man and began to sing:
“Hey Jones, looking good! Jones! My man you are the coolest. You are one groovy dude Jones. Oh James, you little rascal. Jones, how did you to be such cool cat? Jones, you are one bodacious brother. Jones, you are just the flyest! Jones, sign my Gathas! You are one suave motherfucker, Jones! Jones, you sly dog. It’s a friend sitting there show your love for one another. Jones, Lets get gone, brother. Lets get gone. Lets get gone. Take our life from us. We laid it down. We got tired. We didn't commit suicide, we committed an act of revolutionary suicide protesting the conditions of an inhumane world.”
“The Rare one was in a crowd of people.”
“Hey Rare, looking good! Damn Ms. R you are one fine lady! Woah, How did you get so cool Ms. R! You are so generous, Mgba! Has anyone ever told you that you are so pretty? ندرة, Damn girl, when did become so talented. It’s all over now, it’s all over. Somebody please hold me. All these things I could have done. I never knew love. The intimate touch of another. Somebody please hold me. I don’t want to die alone. You are so warm.”
“There was something on her face.”
“I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe”
“The purple light came down wrapped in the blue sky of Tengri and said to the one before her:
‘Read my words. Listen to my story. Feel my thoughts. Reason with my plea. Touch my journey.
Watch the twins as they dance. They move their arms with fluid and their hips gyrate with swift. They shook that thing with fury. The motion was like striders on the water as they swiveled to the sound of nothing.They were two kinds of dreams, two kinds of thoughts, two kinds of feelings, two kinds of action. The better and the bad. The good and the evil. The positive and the negative. Were they two or were they one?
What is there that needs to be done
Let's sing, dance and have some fun
At morning, night and the evening sun
We laugh till we cry and go for a run
Our dance is fast and flying, never done.’”
“Get this off my face!”
“There was a Wizard who lived in a lonely desert who loved the smell of feet.
He loved the stench so much it was the one thing that would make him skeet.
He would travel far and wide, high and low always beneath the desert heat.
His flesh would boil and his skin would flay, body melting under his sheet.
He would die everyday, every morning and every Tuesday, but that was his greatest feat.”
“I’m fading away.”
“Awaken! Awaken!
Don’t be mistaken!
Want to be tainted?
Here have some bacon.
Hey girl show me what you are shaking
Let me eat some, let me taste it so fine
Let me drink you like a tall glass of wine
Let me see the Temdeg, let me see the sign
Let me feast, let me dine.
You taste of blood and sunshine
Choking on a sinners vine
What can you see what can you find
So tasty that it should be a crime.
Gobble the sunset with a wedge of lime
Until the infinite there is no time
Spank the future and the past
Let me eat you up your rift it's so vast
I’ll tear you apart until we are at full mast
Tell me we are crude tell me we are crass
Tell me why I shouldn't fuck your ass
Call me angra, call me ahura
Call me ahura, call me angra
Our bodies are supple and firm
Come join us, make us squirm
Let’s get down, let’s please some germs
We are two, let’s make us one
Fill our bellies full of cum
So we may become more of our sum
What is it to be lonely, what is it to be many
We are gump looking for jenny
We want to be more than a penny
We are shlump getting some genny
We want to be more than a zenny
Can’t you see? Can’t you want?
Are you free?”

“A man appeared. He was covered in the heads of maidens. She walked towards you with rarities in his filthy hand. Her fat legs bent and the running of shit was heard. And then came the bird fleeing a destruction so grand. It circled high like the great vulture it was. The man squeezed his breast and looked at the Rare One below. She licked the sewage off his lips. She hardened considerably at the sight and made his approach.
The bird swooped down and snatched one of his shining rarities as he descended on the squirming thing below and made its escape.
The man bent down and stuffed himself with himself. He took the Rare one with him. They slid together body to body. The flesh got wetter as time flowed its normal course. Succulent like a rump roast covered in the fluid of virgins. They became closer and closer. There was the feeling of organs sticking together, rubbing against each other, causing joy, pain, fear, hate and lust.

Finally the two became one.”

“That was a beautiful song.” said Moloch.

’Ēl looked down at him and smiled. “It's one of my favorites.” he said.

“Thank you for singing it.” Moloch closed his eyes and fell into the land of dreams. The blood of dead children on his smile.

’Ēl caressed the sleeping form.

“Sweet dreams.”

Author's Note

Whose dick do I have to suck for some comments?
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter even though it wasn't as lighthearted.
Stay tuned for more.