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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Conquest

Conquest
A Tanka Poem about Conquest
By: Julian Javier
Date: May 16, 2011 @ 3:44PM GMT +8
 

Marching to conquer…
Sounds of weapons of warfare…
Deafening my ears…
Putrid stench of rotting flesh…
And wails in pandemonium…

 

In Flames they Burn


 

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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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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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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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