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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