Afterlife village of Haran

 Friend I'll leave you here, ahead is the trapdoor
it leads away from this fair village
Even though it darkens here early
Also it remains far from those golden cities

But christ often wanders here to cool himself 
In our quiet valley and in shade of us
at the edge of heaven where stragglers dwell
And among the outcasts

Jacob won't wake to greet him
Sleeping through given dream
For excessive purpose 
drove him to slumber

and those never recieved well carry out his duties
Down this trapdoor you will only find heaven fade
Michael comes to save a soul on the fringe decade
Wings on fire as he surfaces lighting up the town

But we never follow him down
for foul beasts lurk in the passage
for centuries trapped throughout like abrasive phantoms
singing the insane hymm that millenia passed was some form of life

So postpone your quest good sir
The light isn't blinding so take hammock and beverage
Bide your time in our fair village
On the edge paradise the periphery of God's time

Venture not lest you leave never to return