Remembering: Eulogy and working Ode To Life

EPL- INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL An Ode to you an Odic Force? There that Chalice Glimmers in wait for you, my dear and beloved furry friends in solitude and Grace~Protectors of The Innocence and The Innocent [Where do I then put it? Place and stash away these so called extra parts for you tyrrants to be appeased? Even in death you do not compare to the breadth of my scope! *to you polluted Masons] It meant something to me. You meant something great to me. Each child of innocence lost. I was lost. Lost in the hell of contentious slave men fighting for a scrap. Making a violent religion out if it I had to show my mane and cut the straps. A mistranslated derivative of ME. The Universe my universe in a Donkey. Gilbert seeing the elemental spirits of chilren left unborn. Dancing girls in white dresses with daisy chains timeless he sees and I see them through his eyes. The birds show reverence and the great Goat clears his path. A strong powerful kick. A bite testing you and showing love and reverence "where have you been?!" If the tempo in your song doesn’t pay reverence to him as to bring on a reflective chuckle then your music serves nothing to me. The Truth I will miss you my dear friend. To me you are a god. Live on you Pure Spirits. For all those Pure and in Purity I have known and shared a time. From the tears of a fallen god: Moonie The King of All Cats Ballou The Ever Persistent Cosmic Husky Hope The Mother Cat That Knows all she ever needs to know Sophie the rediculous Lhasa Apso that cracked my Soul to grow (broke me in my own violence) Little Bear The Toughest Chihuahua I ever new with more Pure Spite and Vinager than 50 men barking out the Pure Principle Truth Gilbert may you always be treated as the god King Donkey that you are so noble and strong I will miss you all dear friends until we meet again on the cosmic road as fellow travelers. Live on friends live on there in that forever place. Time folding in rhythm out of space I'm lost but more found than you my once called distant brothers. You’ll never feel the Truth May you be stricken from existence at last you Masons and Sadistic Polluted Souls who Should be vaporized at once. I raise a crystal glass to you all my Pure Friends. Protector’s of the innocent. Those who truly comprise the whole Universe and then [some >]. At least my Universe In a Donkey That is fine enough for me. However the over valued spoils then serve not go to no man other. The value in a gesture, hot coffee, shared story isn’t the same from the soured soul. I feel intensely for you! Who else would command in this day? Who else would know or care to know!? We shared a Pure Moment that bonded my heart and you to me. I feel you my friends that I should see you in true principle valor elevated above them all in the Stars above these tyrants you forever belong. Of course if you pay to visit? That is also up to you 🥹 🐎🐈🐕‍🦺🐕🐕‍🦺 Maturity on life does not equal death in sharing. Those who share nothing make yourselves known and there is no place for you here.