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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