Fallen

Fallen
A Tragic Story…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: October 24, 2011 @ 4:53PM GMT +8
 

Stricken down smitten…
A soul torn to utter ruin…

 

Kicked out to rejection…
Never again to find redemption…

 

Betrayed but marked as the betrayer…
Condemned to be damned forever…

 

Cast out to chaos…
Banished to be lost…

 

Exiled to pure darkness…
Destined to be devoured by the crazed madness…

 

Never again to find peace…
Forever never ever to be at ease…

 

Hauling too heavy a burden…
Amidst the plains of torment…

 

With limbs crippled and broken…
Struggling to stand back up and walk again…
With wings black and broken…
Striving to be able to fly again…

 

Always hoping and constantly praying…
That it’s all but a dream that’s slowly fleeting…
To soon wake up with black wings spread wide through the skies soaring…
Glimpses of light and hope inkling while slowly dissipating…

 

With life unending yet inside slowly dying…
Bound to the land of the living…
Amidst pain, turmoil, and constant suffering…
Hoping and praying for a saviour that’s never coming…

 

The Fallen


 

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Post Murum Insania

Post Murum Insania (Behind the Walls of Madness)
My First Latin Poem…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: September 19, 2011 @ 12:57PM GMT +8

Original Latin:
Post murum insania…
I manantem cruore fluens lente…
Pugnare enim mens sana…
Virtus infinita versus obiectum immobilis…
Chaos sparsa…
Cum fractis animis…
Cum fractis cordis…
Pulsans ad ostium mortis…
Est somnium inaccessus…
Post murum insania…

 

Translated English:
Behind the walls of madness…
My blood drips flowing slowly…
Fighting for my sanity…
An unstoppable force crashing towards an immovable object…
Chaos scatters…
With broken minds…
With broken hearts…
Knocking on death’s doorway…
Unreachable is the dream…
Behind the walls of madness…

 

Madness

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The Exile

The Exile
Thoughts in Chaos
By: Julian Javier
Date: June 2, 2011 @ 9:45PM GMT +8

Thoughts…
All in chaos…
Focus…
Into confusion lost…

 

Unable to find his center…
In his conscience, light fails to enter…
Darkness beginning to conquer…
His reason starts to falter…

 

Cast into oblivion…
Exiled beyond redemption…
Forced into a life of seclusion…
A life of abnegation…

 

Abhorred and rejected…
Putrid and polluted…
Lost and distorted…
Crazed and demented…

 

His heart suffering forever in constant agony…
The exiled one walks the earth alone for all eternity…
His mind in constant chaos; absent of all harmony…
Crossing the plains of insanity…

 

The Exile


 

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The Disdained Child

The Disdained Child
The Child of Jealousy and Hate
By: Julian Javier
Date: May 12, 2011 @ 10:47PM GMT +8
 

I hate you… I hate them… I hate the world…

 

Sick and tired…
Empty and dried…

 

A child born of jealousy that became hate…
A bastard that carries a another’s namesake…
One who grew up with everyone’s hate…
The disturbed one hated for his namesake…
The one born of a different mother…
The one born of a different father…

 

The unwanted… The black sheep…
The scape goat.. The misjudged…

 

I am angry…
So called siblings hate me…
So called family doesn’t like me…
So called friends always betray me…
So called lovers derogate me…

 

for all i know, they all want me dead…
for all i know, they all want a platter set with my head…
for all i know, they want to spread my ground guts on a bread…
feed it to dogs which are stray bred…
and wash their hands with my blood that’s crimson red…

 

fuck it! i don’t care and I won’t argue…
I won’t argue though I immensely hate them too…
I want to strangle them all too till they turn blue…
and massacre them all intently and violently like a rampaging grue…

 

But i won’t do that…
I can’t do that…
How could i possibly do that…
Their my loved ones, it’s a fact, and i hate that…

 

Though I hated…

 

Before i hated…
I tried to love…
Even if I hated…
I still loved…
Though i hated…
I just need to be loved…
Though i hated…
I am just looking for your love…

 

Why can’t they give me something so simple?
To give love to a brother and family member of their own flesh and blood…
Why can’t they give me something so trivial?
To give love to this friend and lover called me…

 

Just accept me for who i am that’s all i have asked…
For in your hate all my life i had basked…
For all this time i have seen through you who is masked…
Be with me and accept me, is that too much ask?

 

Now my mind is split in two…
One says to keep on hating you…
One says to keep on loving you…
My mind is in chaos because of what you showed me and do…

 

You don’t understand me…
You try to control me…
You stab me behind my back and disdain me…
You can’t even simply respect me being me…

 

I hate you… i hate them…
i hate myself too… i hate the the world and what you all do…

 

I am the unaccepted, the unwanted
I am the hate child…

 

Why? I know.
Because you think our mother loved me more than she did you.
Because you think my father fathered me better than your father who fathered you.
Because you think our father loved me more than he did you.
Because you think my mother mothered me better than your mother who mothered you.
Because you think I’m better than you and you can’t accept it.
Because you can’t stand that I have become a man.
Or maybe because you are just that childish.

 

You’re wrong from what I see.
You’re spiteful mind is clouded with envy.
They all loved us equally.
You just refused to see.
No one is better than others.
That’s how they see us, our mothers and our fathers.

 

Though I do some things better than you…
It doesn’t mean that I am better than you…
I have my specialties and you have yours too…

 

I loved you though you hated me.
I respected you though you always have belittled me.

 

Don’t worry I don’t hate you completely for what you did to me.
I just hate you that much, so don’t misunderstand me.
Don’t worry I understand you completely.
This hate I feel for thee is nothing compared to the love and respect that I show thee.
It’s not a ruse you see.
Though I hate thee I still love thee.

 

It’s hard to understand i know.
Let’s reconcile when we meet in hell down below.

 

Losing Grip

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Desolate

Desolate
A Chōka Poem of Turmoil
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 22, 2011 @ 4:28PM GMT +8
 

Numbing cold shivers…
Dark and vengeful miasma…

 

Dead and desolate…
Exiled to be unknown…

 

Succumbed by madness…
People lead to pure turmoil…

 

Wails of the harassed…
Cries of depressing lament…
Bellowing noise of torture…

 

Death and Desolation...

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Fields of the Fallen

Fields of the Fallen
Men’s Thirst for Blood and The Grim Reaper’s Symphony
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 22, 2011 @ 1:07AM GMT +8
 

I am the harbinger of death and strife…
I shall take your wife, your kid, and your life…
Without remorse, I shall pillage, plunder, and fight…
In the name of my god, I shall kill everyone against me in sight…

 

For eternal honor and glory…
Bloodshed in these killing fields i will carry…
For people to tell tales of my victory…
Surely, if I kill enough, children will admire me and hear my story…

 

The archangel of death watching over the killing fields…
Watching how men clash their swords and shields…
Blood and life wasted with the swaying of the weapon the warrior wields…
Never wavering in his blood thirsty rampage even if the enemy yields…

 

Chaos, turmoil, panic, violence, anarchy, and discord everywhere…
The stench of blood and death in the air…
A sea of corpses and ember from flames of ruin everywhere…
The screams of the innocent echoing in the air…

 

Warrior and weapon on a killing spree…
Blood flowing in the rivers to the seas…
Genocide was the king’s decree…
Hanging dead mean to withered trees…

 

The Archangel Azrail and his legion endlessly escorting the fallen…
Crossing out names of the deceased from the book of all men…
With a coin to pay, The Ferryman, Charon mans the rudder of the ship of the fallen…
Across the rivers Styx and Acheron, the ship carries the souls of dead men…

 

Grim Bloodshed, Death, and Discord

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Armageddonism

Armageddonism
Ideology of Chaos, Discord, and Malice; A Path to Self-Destruction
By: Julian Javier
Date: April 21, 2011 @ 4:35AM GMT +8
 

Graft and corruption…
Money for wars instead of children’s education…
The weak and the poor always subject to oppression…
A message brought by the emissaries of destruction disguised to cause dissension…

 

Democracy and justice cast into oblivion…
Bloodshed due to indifference, false belief, and religion…
The unjust conducting the symphony of destruction…
Omnicide using weapons of mass destruction…

 

Chaos, anarchy, and democide…
Love and understanding cast aside…
Worldwide turmoil, panic, and depression side by side…
Fear, hate, anger, the desire to kill, and suffering all inside!

 

Innate human greed and blood lust…
Gossip, betrayal, and mistrust…
A sea of blood creeping on the surface of earth’s crust…
To kill a brother is a must!

 

A desire to destroy and rebuild burns…
Moral lessons in each of the events that no one learns…
A never ending cycle of war and peace taking turns…
Armageddon as the prophets have discerned…

 

A world covered in blood, flames, and darkness…
Where everyone is consumed by power and madness…
Where the just are depressed with grief and sadness…
A wonderful world of Chaos, Discord, and Malice…

 

Satan is sitting pretty in his throne and he’s smiling…
Thinking…

 

All ye have been blindly faithful and loyal to me.
So, I shall reward all of thee!
Never ending pain and suffering that you wish awaits thee!
Bwahahahahahahaha!!! (Sinister Evil Laugh)

 

"We are so excite of Armageddon! We love to see destruction! hahaha"

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