The Sewer Churns Large

What if imagination and spirit are intertwined
like the right and left hemispheres of the mind?
 
What if the soul that you defiled
in eyes of God is just a child?
 
The wormwood we've tossed into the  ocean
pales before the dark of God's emotion
Your raping of nature down to earth's core:
a thin reflection of where filth lies more
 
There's an artery that swishes to and fro
with nowhere for your sins to go
The foulest air gales round about
It craves to snuff your life right out
 
Patient the heart that pumps your muck
but one day you'll be out of luck
 
Ayahuasca shows the vast World Tree,
and even Eastern monks can see,
that all our souls are spirit-tied
and from the Eye they cannot hide
 
Yet still you deny the Chosen One:
The Lamb and the Beloved Son,
who grieves in silence for our sin;
The Word and Neelkanth holds it in;
A barracade, that keeps at bay the Beast
But soon your mavericks shall be released
 
So enter the flames of love today
for time is short, do not delay!
Cause your log is dense with dirty sorts,
saturated, with guilt-lead thoughts
weighing your soul down way beneath
by rabbid hounds and gnashing teeth
 
Surrender you mind and heart and soul
Eternity beckons to the Worthy Goal
 
Allow ugly truths to be consumed
by The Holy Kiln, while it's still moon
And devote your days to love, and pray
Till sun shows all in the light of day