“Astound”

First and foremost, give thanks you’re here because a lot of some went to sleep but never woke up. Some have realest talk but dirtiest thoughts. Charlatans, sold out for vanity. I’m not Jesus, can’t walk within the waters. They want to knock me off my borders. But I’m coming with waves thick and strong as shark under water. I could have lost my life 3 years ago next week Monday on Dr. Martin Luther King’s Day. Look, save your introspection for your dairy. But don’t tell me to relax. Like a scene from, “Jus Fi Fun” some are animated characters with rhymes. I’ve been at the right places but at the wrong times. Sharing my life stories in details, it’s too bad Chucky Banton ain’t around no more. R. I. P. -Alton Craig Henry, skillarchie is a membrance of what the word truly means. Stay up late at nights still since at a very tender age of 8. One of my sons birthday is coming up and we haven’t spoken nor seen each other in a long while. Memories and flash backs occuring of the brutal attack of almost loosing my life on his birthday, January 15, 2021. Why I had to loose my mind on this cold routes. The Lord said I’m a magician. Just had a conversation with my spirit and it told me, to keep on wishing that’s the magic. All the amazing things you have shown me Lord, and yet still I’m not paying attention. Now all I do is steer at Thy Lord through the clouds. There’s nothing else for me to do but leave it up to Thy Lord. Who loves me like you, Father? Human beings are all my people. So no more sleeping, I’m wide awoken. Are you, done talking? I’m going to keep spitting on myself because people keep talking about me. Maybe it’s their flesh to be blamed. These demons can’t get me, “Astound.” *Exousia*