*So this is a poem that’s translated from a learn Italian book that ended up being a creative response to Paradise Lost. I haven’t posted much writing on here for a while hence the explanation but I promise not all my writing will be accompanied by an explanation of what it is.*

Paradise.
Official god decisions. Tainted angels in vans and bigger vans read vanilla stanzas. The fax arrives. One man hands out mandates describing volcanoes of Earth. Quandary over men’s glee over volatile beings, leads to the divine decision sent and arriving in the ultimate question, at Paradise. Together in the days, where the molten mess signifies the temper and forces them to make the same decision: one must travel to find love, the woman destined to save all. One angel the colour of red sends a new message
and with it brings the blue angel. The blue angel comes to contact his subjects arriving with more angels of colour. All three angels’ parley unto the crowd of men no more, stop the quest of vain and evil passing on stanzas and subtitles of torment and you will have mass liberty.