Ununderstood

There is something obscene unseen
But constructed of all that is
In a different way
There is hope in this means to an end
And purpose
What don't you see?
Squint and find me,
Coiled and unhappy in your surroundings
Coming from inside
So you know there's nowhere to hide
See me and purge
But you still can't resist the urge to look
Is it real?
If God is real.
See you again,
Horrified friend.