The Soul of Shiloh

My soul: my life: kidnapped to sin. Redeem the heart: confess
The mystic. Such trauma, blood and water; and such life,
Death and promise. It’s the soul of Shiloh: the myth of God.
And we panic, fraught with darkness. Such trespass and
Madness. Such light and practice. Thus the soul, a fount of
Life; and thus the heart, a bleeding stone. But mind to God,
Afflatus prayer; and bone to gravel, a rising flare. Hence we
Die, immortal life; and hence we love, immortal death.

My soul: my life: kidnapped to sin. Redeem the heart: confess
The mystic. Such passion, wood and steel; and such tears, light
And virtue. It’s the soul of Shiloh: the myth of God. And we
Ascend, fraught with trespass. Such promise and thunder. Such
Rhythm and flame. Thus the heart, a mystic flute; and thus
The soul, a touch of truth.