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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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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