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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