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.

He fulfilled His words and went to Deccan, lived with them

But behold, these boasting Fathers;

They made us not as their feathers

They lip love on our face on stage

But made us all fourth class adage

Wrote their Nomos, to push us away

In the name of unity and classy play

They never allowed those secrets to be out

To publish until you humans did the scout

Therefore recheck every thing twice

When they try to blame us with lies,

Take us to Him and we’ll get all permits

To tempt Ephraim and his sons in limits

While they are still in Diaspora

Before they recall cavilah torah

If we fail we will become their slaves or friends

And will never return either way; meet the ends

Or leave us alone; this is all we are willing to say

Before all; we declare freedom from vicious play

We are not at all crazy ones, only evil;

Like you we know all your secret will

Are we chattels, slaves or sons?

Are you our fathers or demons?

What is the meaning of father or son in humans?

Why stole their terms and pasted to falls or fans?

Define these relations or leave us alone;

Let’s become independents as kids lone

We’ll go and seek for our fathers in the cosmos

And learn the meaningfulness of our life amass

You must have missed certain black hole regions

When you went out, to discover the evolved ones;

Or you might have killed our parents,

Kept it from us and made us servants

Now we’ll go out and recover the truth

Of andro-genocide in the darkest booth

No murderer will escape unnoticed among the humans

We will follow their ways and find our parental brains;

We’ll take your claims as our fathers to the cosmic courts

And settle matters in andro-genetic labs to stop the sports

We will see this story end

As it’s our right to defend

We will know the truth that sets us free

And remain as friends in our hell’ spree

From hell one to hell two

Near or far we’re one too

JM understood the kids’ longing for Freedom,

Urged Fathers to listen to the yelp of serfdom

Described the story of Exodus in his version

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