The Undying

The Undying
Seeing through the eyes of the Immortal Observer
By: Julian Javier
Date: May 13, 2011 @ 9:27AM GMT +8
 

The Immortal


 

Immortal.
That’s what they call me.
The exiled; The unknown…

 

Walking past men through the centuries.
Friendship, Love, and Compassion.
Rivalry, Hate, and Anger.
Loss of Hope and Death.
Honor and Resolve.
Liberty and Justice.
Pride, Injustice, and Prejudice.
The difference between Transparency and Hypocrisy.

 

Greed… Man’s thirst to take from another.
Murder… Men conspiring to kill another.
War… Man’s Blood Lust and Hunger for more Power.

 

Walking amidst this earth for more than a thousand years.
My eyes has witnessed them all.
Seeing my loved ones while they were still young.
Until they grow old and leave this earth.
Now, i had no more tears to shed.
In the end, I am all alone.
Watching over men as they destroy one another.
Watching earth bleed slowly is kind of depressing.
They fear that which they do not know.
And go to war blinded by their false hopes.
A never ending cycle of love and war.
A never ending desire to destroy and rebuild.
A never ending cycle of pride, honor, horror, suffering, and shame.
Trying to accomplish what they do not understand.
A violently unending cycle.
I pity them as I pity myself.
We are no different from one another.
We are just the same shameless beings.
Making a mockery of principles and ideals.
Spitting to honor’s face.

 

I am the Immortal, the undying, the exiled, the unknown…
Seeing men shame themselves using honor as a facade
has turned my heart to steel.
Without feeling, without remorse.
No more tears, no more fears.

 

I will continue on watching these men.
As they walk the plank towards extinction.
Alone.
Watching over from a distance.

 

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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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