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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