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Eddieangel

About Me

I did not sit in the assembly of the mockers, Nor did I rejoice; I sat alone because of your hand; For you have filled me with indignation. Why is my pain perpetual And my wound incurable, Which refuses to be healed? Will you surely be to me like an unreliable stream, As waters that fail? -Jeremiah 15:17,18Hi my name is Eddieangel aka SHIR MALAK. Other then that I am a secret and the only thing you'll ever know about me is that I genuinley love you for you.I am a member of the KNOOB family, I write songs, stories and short poems. founder of WCA Publishing. If you want a taiste of what I write just read my blogs from the bottom up, Good day. MyGen Profile Generator

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

...innocence, if it still exist. life if it longs for wisdom,... each and everyone of you if I really can.

My Blog

For my christian bros and sis:)

I've been reading Our Sufficiency In Christ, by John F. MacArthur, and this is something I really liked pulling it from Chapter 2 p.42-43 of this book, enjoy:)"We're like a child prince who is too you...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Feb 2009 12:34:00 GMT

The Hands The Face and The Blanket

The confused hand towered over the white plush blanket, clinching it trying to grasp it's gentle behavior.A tear fell on this hand trying to quench the fire that burned deep into the palm of the savio...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Aug 2008 23:45:00 GMT

IDK

The young morning bares no mercy in the shadows from the evening, but in the light of the sun, warmth. I exist in between your world and the next, alongside the despairing parishable, and the cheerful...
Posted by on Sun, 25 May 2008 07:52:00 GMT

OK to be solo

Take a breathe, take a chance, take a drink to kill the past. Take a stroll, take a walk, a take of hope and take some chalk. And maybe you can take a fast look into the upperclass. Take that peice of...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 21:42:00 GMT

Under construction

A kindeled fire small inside of a glass candle frame. Light enough to spread upon the darkened Paper Stage. Thick blotts of ink plotted against the will of the paper's weight. Sounds of the outside ca...
Posted by on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 00:00:00 GMT