Archangel Azrael

Archangel Azrael
The Archangel of Death; The Grim Reaper
by: Julian Javier
Date: April 25, 2011 @ 1:48AM GMT+8
 

Laid to rest, bedridden, dying…
Your soul’s time is fast approaching…
With your last efforts to keep on breathing…
Flashing before your eyes is your life in the land of the living…

 

In his black book of life and death…
Where every record of your life from your first till your last breath…
Where all men’s names and deeds are kept…
For today’s bidding your name is all that’s left…

 

Now, He with wings of black is before you standing…
Waiting to escort your soul to its final place of resting…
Question is, will you be in the land of wailing and eternal suffering?
or will you be in the land of milk and honey forever hearing angels singing?

 

To escort you to your rightful place, forlorn or uplifting, is a must…
There will be no return, in these words you can trust…
Judgement shall be passed to both the righteous and the unjust…
There will be no exceptions, in these words you can trust…

"Judgement shall be passed to both the righteous and the unjust..."

“In your final hours… in the afterlife…
There is only black or white, yes or no, upward or downward…
There is no gray area, there is no maybe, there is no middle…
Heaven or Hell… That’s all there is to it…
Always remember that judgement shall be passed to both the righteous and the unjust…”
– Julian Javier on Life, Death, and the Afterlife

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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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