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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