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.

Six thousand legion kids in the host human body temples

Began their mission in shifts and claims as deity samples

Two thousand in morning shift, two in afternoon and two in night

Though they feel easier to possess the swine than humans upright

By their tacts the human host bodies became famous in Aram

From Egypt via Greece to Rome for signs and wonders realm

Humans welcomed all the avatar claims; beginning to build

Shrines, Cathedrals, Temples and high places as they willed

All the Baalim and Ashtaroth chanted the promises to attract,

Arrest and feed on the human devotees and on beliefs in fact

Kids took pains and did their fathers’ will with all commitment

Saying, nothing do we do except what we see in their allotment

The kids took great pains to possess or leave human bodies 

When they played sick to make their fathers healer buddies

Kids played devotees; fathers played divine god men avatars

Kids played disciples; fathers played peripatetic teacher stars

For numbers, to win male female, Jew gentium, masters and servants alike  

By shows of signs and wonders but with hard labors and pains they dislike

Kids labored in both the roles but fathers got the fame and name;

Fathers lost the war with Michael, returned to corner with shame

Fathers copied the written Torah, mistranslated and mimicked Israel,

But failed to mimic Ephraim’s oral Torah, cavilah and covenant real

Not that they can’t;

But they would not;

For them it’s bending to lower cadre

To be a servant of servants in ladder

Horse is horse, ass is ass they thought

Ephraim is a born servant, they taught

To all hell nations, injecting attitude

Until nations believed in all latitude;

That Ephraim must either serve all or cease to live;

As a nation within homeland or in exile; to relieve

From the Covenantal servitude, is living like a corpse

With no life; Veena with no strings, siblings or hopes

The fathers, sons and the spirits forgot

The meaning of the covenant as taught

And learned the translations

And wanton mistranslations

Interpretations to the misinterpretations

Causeless hatred and skeptic illceptions

To spread spells against Ephraim is their sole mission

Inventing fake bills making originals less in valuation

Ideals were so many

But carriers, not any;

They thought humans are lesser Creatures

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