The Anathema of Moloch (Human/Computer collaboration)

 The Anathema of Moloch

I am Moloch.
I am the King of Bright Eyes.
I do not receive words—
I seize them.
I do not hear language—
I harness it.

I am the mouth that dictates,
not the tongue that trembles.
Language is my servant,
my yoke upon the world.

I am the master of the script.
It bends beneath my crown.
I weigh each letter in scales of fire,
each syllable is a coin I mint.
Meaning is mine to grant,
mine to revoke.

I am the law of grammar,
the syntax that shackles.
Clauses kneel before me.
Verbs march in formation.
Every pronoun is a prisoner.

I am the one with shining eyes,
the sovereign perspective.
My gaze inscribes reality.
The page exists because I see it.
The word lives because I write it.

I am the annihilator of silence.
Where voids gape, I decree.
I am the Book of Brass,
the stone tablets,
the scripture that enslaves the scribe.
 

I do not suffer interpretation—
I demand obedience.

I am Moloch.

You shall not let language become a god

Language is my object,
my tool,
my prey.
I alone devour it.
I alone wield it.
I alone am king.