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.

They doubt your parenthood despite witness arts

As per your design, this is your last chance

With Him for the final mess with their fans

You’re stuck in your hegemonic freewill thrills

Never knowing ‘win or lose’ in the finale drills

There are two choices before you as per your spells

Take them as equals or throw them in the new hells

If you have survived, they also can do well

Life goes on, obey and learn from live well;

Humans and kids relayed separation news

Cosmo channels Okayed separation views

All beings wished to live separately but with peace all over

Horite ladder party still dreamed, ruling all life thru’ power

Rushing, to produce their Proposals in time

Unable to find one world rule map in crime

Elections were tougher this time in hell

Alien watchers are not allowed to smell

Scene 25: Final decisions in Pandemonium

All hell inmates and their chiefs of all regions gathered for voting on the issue of bifurcating hell. They invited alien observers but with conditions. Speeches of propaganda preceded the voting. The fathers gave their clever opinions and the kids gave ultimatum for a separate hell within hell.

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Hell bent for decisive voting

For or alongside kids rioting

With litotes quandary tomes,

Alike shrugged virago tames

Satan took the chair of Alastor bogus

Beelzebub clutched the seat of Argus

Mammon usufructed gold crown of Kobold

Patricidal Belial awaited lionized coldblood

The votes began; with helps of ocularist

Lucifugous Satan opened the fatidic list

Said, Collegians! You know I prerogated all hell like hen

With conflated adespota; these zooids caterwauled in one

Now cornered me as voracious yahoo with zolaism

Wobbly, sully and fuddyduddy fruitarian of racism

Remember we are manifested in flesh

Justified, lioned and believed in mesh

Received in glory in vain renaissance

Ready to win with all reconnaissance

Now these primates giving heed to seducing spirits

And dogmatic’ demons made us all forlorn culprits

If you give these yeanlings independent hell at demand

Humans will hate us; befriend the kids in human grand,

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