John Milton wrote Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained. After he died, his soul looked all around like a baby crying for the mother for seven days. The guardian angels took his soul to a world as per his belief patterns in after life. He was dumbfounded to see and find nothing as he believed or taught in his flesh. Every thing is different after death. The guardian angels took care of his doubts.

We have lost many ancient religions and old Deities

In course of time, we’ve tried other things of rarities

At last we began to think about human body possessions

To be able to do that we created androgens as provisions

We trained them to serve our interests in Human bodies,

Calling them as kids and they learned all flesh maladies

Scene 4: Mephistopheles and JM in Pandemonium

JM enjoyed his stay in Dr. Faustus’ palace. There are thousands of books in the racks. JM went through some interesting titles. Mephistopheles prepared dinner for JM with all hell channels that broadcast human news. He went to bed at late night.

Next morning Mephistopheles took him to the Pandemonium. He was welcomed there. He saw the kids and their mothers with revolt slogans and appeals. They want independent hell within the hell. They greeted JM with love and hate feelings. They crowed around JM and told JM how the fathers treated them as slaves and fourth class labor. The kids are the ones to possess human bodies and teach all viles to the humans.

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Next morrow Mephistopheles’ cloudy Cadillac took JM there

Bigwig welcome shots are edited and wrought in minute care

Dignitaries and Celebrities of hell’s meticulous protocol

Flew in one by one on Beelzebub’s scrutinized fiery call

Satan presided over unwillingly, Beelzebub headed;

Mammon selectively brought the human titles bred

From Balcony above, Baalim and Ashtaroth

Milked and roared in wrathful brawly loathe

Hail to thee JM the Jewish Messiah in heart

We love, hate you at once for seeing’s apart

You’ve made our four fathers divinities of all time

But totally ignored our inner circle spells of rhyme

Yet pardoned and welcomed you for Newman’ light,

Now, be yourself and swig our deeds with fore sight;

They crowed him with striking force,

We want freedom, they sang in roars;

We won’t possess the human bodies to serve

Hegemonic purposes as fourth grade reserve

We want justice

No more malice

You know how hard it is to enter

Or leave human body thru centre

Of thought processing black hole!

Once we are in, you can’t control

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