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.

And tried to develop friendship and began to sound in affinity

While faking Israel they accidentally learned Torah,

Cherished its ease and nibbled the lights of Menorah

JM started getting the scope picture

And prepared his egalitarian lecture

Before going to give his final judgments

From human life experienced comments

JM jotted down some hints

Mephistopheles added bits

They ate dinner watching baby falls’ greenroom actions

It was a long night for both digesting spiritmen’ dictions

A legion of voices through one man’s cavern as symphony

Said to Beelzebub, Lord! My name is one but we are many

There it dawned to baby falls, no one can know us

Or our names even Beelzebub, here in take refuge

With famous names as lost souls in human caves

See if fathers seek and save us from these graves

When all hell heard about this unexpected loss

Only Beelzebub came for them as the big boss

Now the baby falls made him as their ring leader

Against Satan and prepared for a kingdom cadre

Beelzebub proved that he could walk in their slippers,

Won their favor and became cluster Satan of cliquers

Now their sole dilemma is whether to rule in flesh land

Or to divide hell and get their kingdom with son’ brand

Hell was all crazy with isocracy, timocracy and aristocracy,

Bureaucracy and monocracy under the guise of democracy

Rich and the mighty on north side

Frail and the fragile on south side

With double standard lies and curses

With delayed justice, false witnesses

Beggars, babas, gurus, god-men, goddesses, whores and fags

Criminals, fake saints, miracle workers, parasites and rogues

Arch-angels, rulers, musicians, singers, talented cheaters

Zombies, witch docs, mimics, outlaws and manipulators

And on other hand there’re infamous hermeneutists

Exegetes, jumblers, transcendentalists and futurists

They can misinterpret things and teach humans litter

To proclaim light as darkness and the sweet as bitter

They read ‘Godisnowhere’ as ‘god is nowhere’ to one,

‘God is now here’ to another and prompt splits in men

They can give thousands of meanings to plain words

Create hundreds of thousands of doctrines in Chords

Weakness is their readymade bludgeon

Savvies in sly destructive phenomenon

But time and space boomeranged prescriptions

They must take their falsified medicinal lotions

Outside baby falls encouraged the cure plans

Inside monopolists irked to void ageold bans

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