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.

I told your fathers, I tell you now, said the jolly creator;

They knew me through the Covenant with no Mediator

It is impossible for anyone to know me, my past,

Unless I reveal them so, even then they can blast

My history as there were no witnesses to prove

I can only tell the truth and it is for you to love

Or abhor me or doubt my origin,

Or believe me thru covenant pin

At Sinai they accepted me and my history as I’d told

I too, as Partner accepted them as My People so bold

I don’t beg other nations for beliefs and temples as god

What all I do or say is through covenant as the only rod

I gave my yes and left them Torah and it’s with them

Go fetch it from their democratics from Yerushalaim

It’s not in heaven nor is it from other side of the sea

It is in their mouth and in their hearts if you can see:

If you, unwanted mixed missions stay away from my people

I did not bother any personal beliefs to build me any Temple

The kids understood Him better than their Folks

And challenged Him with all the New Age talks

Give us powers to test them; take our proposal

We’ll lead covenant people astray for disposal

Then said the creator to the kids, touch not my anointed

Wait until I write my Torah on their hearts as appointed

Learn! The humans are ‘freewill yes but freedom no’ Creatures

Therefore be careful and do not disturb the free willed ventures

The kids returned to Koresh past Ptolemy in the time

And stole the Torah to Alexandria to change its rime;

Prepared the proposals to imitate and counterfeit His People

He granted permission to test His beloveds in signs multiple

The kids made Greeks as fathers, Romans as sons and Engles as spirits

Gave nations to their cocktail mission with multi-choiced pseudo writs

What is written and how read thou, became the style

Each misinterpreted in his way with mortar versatile;

Trained their homilists in chants

Made versions to dog the clients

Spirits in Isles, Sons in Rome and Fathers in Greece

Stationed to catch fishes and make numbers in piece

Each denomination is final in its spells

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