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.

Where you will be what you can be at your shell

The Baby falls enraged at Belial’s speech

But controlled and humbly said, to breach

The promises is your style from the beginning

Sticking to words given is ours as still running

We came here as a rep of baby falls in earth

We’re criers and carriers of your gory worth

All human religions worship you only in our names

They see our host bodies playing your bitchy games

We work for you and you get the fame, that’s fine

Now give us final resolves, we’ll return and refine

We will complete your last assignment

Then declare outside hell independent

You think thrice

Or pay the price

Out of respect we will drink this cup but become free

That we may offer dignity services in cosmic safaree

Escaping all sadomasochistic master callings

Befriending service lover Ephraim’s siblings

Thus saying the reps then joined JM in resorts

And the dignitaries of hell met in secret courts

And decided to send them back with hoopla messages

Homilists prepared all spells with alogos saintly sages

Yes and no instructions, different genealogies and more

Agraphic words and deeds of the old hell celebrity’ lore

They came out and called for JM and the baby falls

They said, this is the nomos by angels for the Baals

Teach it diligently to all nations

We will back you with all signs

We will give you mouths to betray

Parents, brethren and folks to slay

Faith in humanity

Ring the calamity

By wars, pestilences, strives, sects and denominations

Persecutions, sufferings, troubles, pains and vexations

Finish this last job and your redemption is at hand

We will gather and present you the freedom wand

JM’s your human witness

Return with placid fitness

All hell signed the documents

Translating for all movements

Not the factual translations

But cultural transmutations

One can take whatever he reads and means

Interpret in his free way even if it demeans

The original thinkers, writers and heirs;

Once committed to writing its all theirs

They can read or misread, understand and misunderstand

Interpret or misinterpret, use or misuse or disuse and end

Like Darwin species fit to survive

Gaining or losing parts and revive

As new families

As Baal Similes

As many denominations as they can think off

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