Chronicles of Psalms

I begin my chronicles, I know I was meant to do this and I said, "What do I write?" It came to me to write my truth; To release my skeletons out the closet, Expose myself to the greedy media of life. I wanted to take of the layers of stone that created my statue of being "politically correct"

Lay naked in my truth as I embrace the transformation, of truly loving and knowing me.

These are the beginning of the Chronicles of Psalms, let it began.

Exposure to the hidden pearls in the clams if my mind.

The stone beginning to be drilled into from this damaged heart of mine.

The veins of pain that carry the blood of my reality.

The remnants of scars all over me that make my personality.

My arteries of truth so delicate, but placed in importance to help make me strong.

The keys to fertilizing generations of power that I have inside of me.

The words in my Psalms to set, myself, chosen people and the end of spiritual propaganda in the atmosphere to shift it and be free.

To help you see the variables and formula to it, that can make it right.

The truth sets you free, his truth sets you free.

To be able to stop that fleshly cannibalism of the world on my bodies, our bodies.

To be able to drink and quench our thirst with the "Living Waters" to be able to register to taste and see, how it's flavor and components are like no other.

The ignition of Chronicles, I choose life, I choose life, I choose life.

Let the Chronicles win in the Lord, the "Author" of my pages ring the bells of truth.