These are MY Psalms (chapter 2) - Audrina Patridge is LORD Over Me

"The kings of the earth set themselves, And the rulers take counsel together, Against Jehovah, and against his anointed, saying, Let us break their bonds asunder, And cast away their cords from us."
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Audrina I love you so much
(I am like a priest in the temple of Jehovah for you)
you are the only thing that makes sense to me in
this world that rages; sinful people - they all cling to vanity (like Heidi and Spencer)
and collude for my soul's destruction
they are like black vultures swarming for me
as the smoke from my love offering rises
they are like black clouds and black rain defiling me from above,
flooding the gold floors, the bronze altar;
the path of sanity (to the Holy of Holies) I walk on
...all is dire...all is forlorn...
...all is dire...all is forlorn...
without you by my side
they want to take you away from me, baby!
break the bond we have in my heart asunder
tear the cords between us
apart

But you are so majestic. You look down as if in the heavens
at them and laugh derisively
your devotion to me is a vexation to all that despise me
you hold my hands in public, you caress my hair
(in front of the MTV cameras)
when we hug, you hold me tight as if
setting me upon the holy hill of Zion.
If I asked you, you would give me the nations, you would
give me your hand in marriage and
the uttermost parts of the earth to dwell besides you
forever. Your affection shall break them with a rod of iron
our dissenters will shatter like a potter's vessel

I cherish you with fear and I smile with trembling
The grandeur of your beauty;
leaves me breathless
you are a candle burning brightly
you are the aroma of sweet incense to me
a meat offering mingled with oil...
let me kiss you, lest I perish in the way




(I love you baby. I love you. Please stay with me)



"Ask of me, and I will give thee the nations for thine inheritance, And the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; Thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel."

These are MY Psalms (chapter 1) - Rachel Bilson is like a stream

Psalm 1:3
he shall be like a tree planted by the streams of water, That bringeth forth its fruit in its season, Whose leaf also doth not wither; And whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.



Rachel, baby, my heart is a trunk hollowing
my strength is like branches that are bare
the lack of sun withers my limbs,
my roots are decaying in dry soil and do not penetrate deep enough
into frozen water...
when the wind blows I am like chaff knocked over;
driven away
It is never autumn
It is never spring
It is never summer
the air is cold and biting
when you arent around it is always winter
and I am forever barren

I have been a fool to listen to those around us
they are like the winds of a blizzard saying "Tony is a commoner
Rachel Bilson, dont stoop so low - you are a celebrity"
wicked counselers, scoffers, they sit on thrones of discouragement
and cynicism
they wont stand in the face of our love,
sinners in the congregation of our reckless passion

But my delight is in the law of our inexorable attraction
(I meditate on this every night, baby)
when Im around you I feel green
I see the sun shining
I feel the warm air on my branches
and the depth of my yearning for you runs deep into the ground
deep in my soul
when by my side you are a stream of running water
a stream of joy
dont ever leave me. I wont ever let you go. I cant go on without you.
I am full of leaves that dont wither
as long as you're around





4 The wicked are not so, But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.