Dragon Breath

Dragon Breath
Inside the Mind of an Addicted Fiend…
By: Julian Corvinus Javier
Date: September 20, 2011 @ 5:57PM GMT +8
 

Each pass of the dragon’s fire…
Burns to fulfil my heart and body’s hunger and desire…

 

Breathing in, inhaling in its fumes…
Slowly inhaling in its energizing doom…
I feel no more loom…
… no more gloom…

 

Moments of clarity…
… suddenly abounds in my psyche…
Setting me free…
… from the chains that bind me…

 

My soul energized…
… fully revitalized…

 

I feel like I’m again fully alive…
I feel like I will forever survive…
Never again will I feel so tired…
Never have I felt so alive…

 

Creeping down… melting…
Slowly dissipating…

 

Suddenly, I feel no more toil…
Feeling deprived of my lingering turmoil…

 

Like the Red Raven has chosen to recall…
…and unearth me from Mother Earth’s heavy and rich soil…

 

It’s a soul corrosive poison…
That works like a magical healing potion…
Giving me back my life again…
… alive in constant motion…
Re-animating me by means of coercion…

 

Hastening my life to the time of my death…
Reviving is the fiery dragon’s incinerating breath…
Caving in on my chest…
Is my sanity’s behest…

 

Resurrecting my slowly dying life’s pace…
Staring at Lord Death’s face…

 

From the top of his head down to the floor…
Knocking on Lord Death’s door…

 

The Corrupted Souls


 

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Into The Gallows I Walk

Into The Gallows I Walk
Come Walk With Me To Hell…
By: Julian Javier
Date: August 5, 2011 @ 6:00AM GMT +8
 

To my death... Until my last breath...
Walk with me... And take every step...
Fall with me... To the endless depths...
Into the abyss... Of my eternal unrest...
In the path to my last breath... Walk with me...
To the hangman's noose... Set me... To the gallows... Escort me...

Painting: In the Valley of Death by Miro Gabriel


 

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Loot the Corpse

Loot the Corpse
A Death Metal Composition
By: Julian Javier
Date: July 21, 2011 @ 6:30PM GMT +8
 

[1st verse]
Massacre! Mass Murder!
A violent and merciless slaughter!
A man taking from his brother!
Looting the corpse of his dead brother!

 

[1st Refrain]
The fruit of envy and the desire to covet…
One must…

 

[Chorus]
Kill and Steal!
Kill more and steal more, then…
Loot the corpse…
Loot the CORPSE!!!

 

[2nd verse]
In this world of misery
A world filled with intense pain and agony
Where greed is good
the more your wealth the more your food

 

[2nd Refrain]
One’s only choice to not starve to death…
is to…

 

[Chorus]
Kill and Steal!
Kill more and steal more, then…
Loot the corpse…
Loot the CORPSE!!!

 

[Bridge]
The only way to get ahead from another
To quench the thirst and suffice the hunger
Is to feed his greed and hunger for power
to do this, one must…

 

[Chorus]
Kill and Steal!
Kill more and steal more, then…
Loot the corpse…
Loot the CORPSE!!!

 

Painting: Death of Abimelech by Gustave Doré

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Chronicle of a Suicide

Chronicle of a Suicide
A fool’s suicide chronicle…
By: Julian Javier
Date: May 11, 2011 @ 8:52PM GMT +8
 

[The Fool]
Deprive me of light and of hope.
Now, come and give me a nice rope.
knot it into a noose.
make sure it’s not lose.
take a pick.
get a brick.
tie it on the other end.
say my last words before my life will end.
now get the brick and throw.
to the river located down below.

 

***woosh!***

 

[The Fool]
whoa!

 

[The Clock]
…1,2,3…

 

***SPLASH!***

 

[The Fool]
Wow, I’m sinking so fast and i’m choking.
My neck giving my lungs difficulty in breathing.
Finally, I’m dying.
It’s the end of my life’s long suffering.
I had a tough life never had a chance to be great.
I broke my parents’ hearts.
I lost half the part of my heart.
It’s all my fault anyway, so fuck it.
I wish I had a chance to change things but had no luck at it.

 

[The Invisible Guardian]
YOU HAVE A CHANCE BUT YOU THREW IT AWAY JUST NOW!

 

[The Fool]
what? huh? who was that voice?
Oh no, did i make a mistake???


wait! I’m dying!
NO! wait, somebody help me!
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

 

***everything went black***

 

[The Warden]
Ah! Fresh Meat!
*laughs sinisterly*

 

*the fool awakes*

 

[The Fool]
where am I? it’s so hot in here that i’m burning!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

 

[The Warden]
You’re in the plains of hell. in front of you are its gates.

 

[The Fool]
What the? hell?

 

[The Warden]
come with me!
*laughs sinisterly*
*drags the fool by the neck*

 

[The Fool]
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!! LET ME GO!!! I DON’T WANT THIS!

 

[The Warden]
BUT YOU’RE ALREADY IN IT!!!
*throws the Fool into the river of the dead*
DIE you foolish man! oh, wait… i forgot, you cannot die here!
*laughs sinisterly*

 

[The Narrator]
And so The Fool deceived by his own ignorance suffered eternally…
He thought he could escape with death from reality…
Forever he burned wishing to die intently…
But sadly, he doesn’t… for his suffering is eternal and unending…
He exchanged his life that he thought was suffering for even more suffering…
Beyond redemption… Beyond Healing…
The man suffered amidst the land of tormenting…

 

Ending Haiku recited as the scene ends:

 

“The river carries…
Wails from the souls of the damned…
Eternal torment…”

 

Let's learn how to knot a noose! =)

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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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