The Harvest Of Moloch PDF Download

Excerpt from The Harvest of Moloch: A Story of to-Day The altar of the god is piled high with sheaves, so high that as the sun moves from east to west, the shadow of it is as the shadow of the Great Pyramid falling black athwart the land. The sheaves are the forfeit lives of men and women, and the people on whom the shadow of the great altar falls wring their hands and cry, "How long, O Lord, how long?" For there is no spring nor summer but only autumn and reaping-time in the age of Moloch. All year long the sickles flash and sweep, and the sheaves fall, and the moaning of the victims as they are laid on the altar is grievous and fills the land with gloom. For the blood drips piteously, and the sobbing of the little children ceases not day nor night, while the people cry, "Where is God? Oh! where is God that He comes not to deliver us from the cruel harvesting of Moloch?" And the laugh of Moloch echoes with hollow mirth. "Yea? Where is God? Does not the gold from this my harvest build Him temples, feed His priests, house His children left homeless because of my ceaseless harvesting! Do not His servants bow down and lick the clay feet of my golden image. Go to! I. Moloch, am God in this land." About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.