East of Eden

There is a land not far away
Where the Evergreens flourish vast and wide
Coniferous creations and shrubs of every kind

There the cunning Stranger resides
“Thee Trader Joe,” of man’s desires
Peddler of stolen secrets, and carefully crafted contraband

He idly instigates, and ingratiates himself 
With all who wander there, and every passerby
A friend to all, and friend of friends; the list, it never ends

He “hooks” them with his fleshless flare, and glittery glare
And preferences beyond compare
A faux tactician, and catalyst spinning spiel and wheel of waste

There day is night and night takes flight
For Illusions and Fantasies with other-wordly beings
Of rabid and transcendental qualities 

Reeking of ruthless and wrenching claim
On momentary dwellers, and all seeking asylum there
Spellbound in contumacious confusion and duping delight

This land hails you no matter your beliefs and inclinations
No separation is essential; every penchant is preserved
Coexisting is kosher; uniting peace and safety 

There the stars strangely shiver
As fiery dancers boom doom below
Accompanied by raucous laughter, and rakish behavior  

Land of only one sunset; land of no sunrise
Of crafty cravings and carvings of metal
Wood, and stone; shaped by human hands

Land without the cool of day; land of plague and guile 
With muddied springs of water, and unnatural proclivities
Where frames of dust go diggin’ and jiggin’, then die

There they sacrifice the weak; maintaining rite and sacred order
Losing minds and stealing eidetic memories
Deterring every captive from finding The Father’s Freedom

Gathered there are all iniquitous immortals and mortals
From its inception to its desolation; all those bound to darkness
Insatiable masses; unworthy of Life and Heavenly Home