An Indian legend once said
That whenever a human lies dead,
Their soul quickly leaves their body
No longer many will not feel so godly.
There is a bridge that they must all then crossover
To enter into heaven is the cost of that soldier,
At the head of the bridge awaits every creature
That they had encountered during their lifetime as a feature.
The animals are based on what of that person they know
And in their encounters what actions and beliefs did they sow,
They will decide which humans may cross the bridge
And which humans are turned away at the ridge.
Treat animals the way they were created and meant to be treated
Not abused, starved, or ever deliberately mistreated,
Always treat God's creatures with a kindness
A creatures judgement would be Karma at it's very finest.
Randy L. McClave
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