Personal Saint

Again, and again
you return bringing along the same exacerbation
hei, Zacchaeus
what do ya want from us?
we have our payment demanded

grow'st grow'st grow'st grow'st
the wound grow'st we have no tourniquet
the more u abuse the stronger we get
it's not bone and blood we could forget
now it's the eclipse we must rise!

release my hatred out of me
I want to show you what it means
release my hatred out of me
we are saint there is no salvation

Prose : Execution

"Bribery among Gods? I refused to meddle in this but they have trodden my toes. I wonder if you are one of them." While glaring at Gabriel, Stren approached him with his sword drawn out from his back, quickening his pace and dashing towards Gabriel. "Execution!" Stren hollered.

"No, I don't want to cross sword..." Before Gabriel could end his words, the edge of the sword had reached closely before his very naked eyes. Within a fraction of second, he managed to deflect the blow with his gauntlets. The clanging pierced through the atmosphere and the recoil sent him falling on the ground. Yanking himself up instantaneously, he cast a defiant glare at Stren. Drawing his obsidian sword deftly, Gabriel parried for the next attack. For each parry, the ground shook and there would be growing cracks on the ground. Dark clouds surged through the sky and thunderstorm stroke as though it was tearing the sky apart.

As their strength were equal, none of them faltered. Stren slapped his palm at Gabriel's torso and released a wave of crimson blaze. The flame, however, only managed to scorch his skin a little with fading sizzling sound. He grinned. "How about this?" Red lights focused in Gabriel's eyes and burst into destructive beams, striking directly at Stren. He rolled to the side at once in an attempt to dodge the beam and raised his sword to block the other one. The reflected beam stroke at the pillar and crushed it into rubble. The moment Stren recovered himself, Gabriel was nowhere to be found on the ground. In the mid-air, he was ready to plunge his sword downward with as much force as he could gather. Knowing it was going to be a calamity, Stren prepared himself for another evasion as it was by no mean trying for another counter attack. "FUTILE!" Gabriel roared and stroke the ground with lightning speed. The explosion devastated the whole battleground and threw the debris into the air...

"This is the power of a God, Stren, you were walking into your own grave." Gabriel stood triumphantly on the apex of a big rock. The previous scratches on his torso recovered fully and his body was shining brilliantly. As he turned back and was about to leave, suddenly, amid the rubble, Stren staggered out and he was still alive. Dumbfounded, Gabriel's eyes buldged as he saw energy gathering in Stren and aura encasing his body like a protective shell.

Stren's movement was as quick as a teleport and he took less than a second to approach Gabriel. Unable to see his movement, Gabriel was stroke down by Stren's bare fist and fell on the ground. Before he could react to the situation, a storm by Stren crashed his ribs and he was spitting out blood. Stren tossed him into the air and gave him a hard bash squarely on his face when he fell down. The fatal strike crashed his skull and he sprawled on the ground, lying motionlessly for a jiffy. The moment Gabriel regained his conscious, Stren was standing in front of him with his sword, in a stance preparing to decapitate his head.

Gabriel wanted to fight back but only to realize that his strength and energy were ebbing away due to the previous blow on his skull. Gabriel was helpless, indeed. As Stren swung his sword, Gabriel gathered his last strength to quickly grab the blade to defend against the attack. His skin sizzled and was slowly melting away. "It drains energy when contacts directly with skin! This sword is crafted to destroy heavenly beings!" Stren raised his sword and gave another swing, chopping off Gabriel's arm brutally. He groaned in agony. Stren grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted his body away from ground. As Gabriel was begging for compassion, Stren swung his sword again and lopped his head off without mercy. Blood spurted out from the cut region and Stren threw Gabriel's corpse to one side. Realizing the battle had ended, Stren sighed. He turned back and ascended the stair to Zeus's throne, resuming his execution mission...



*The scenes from either video games or manga give me such an inspiration that I feel like writing a fantasy fighting prose. The fight is actually short but I try to visualize every action, making it quite a long one. I hope you will like the name "Gabriel". Ha!

There were screams all around the room...

There were screams all around the room and I could sense dangers beyond the door. Without lingering for the next second, I banged on the door with as much force I could gather as I knew the door was locked inside and after a few attempts, my effort bore fruits. The door was opened.

I stared in disbelief as the sight was simply too appalling to behold. The room was lingering with eerie silence just after the panic and screams I heard. Even though the room was dimly lit, what greeted my very naked eyes were even a head splitted apart and a woman with her stomach mutilated, lying and jerking periodically. To say that my heart was chocking with intense fear would be an understatement as never did I encounter such a devastating criminal scene before.

Mustering as much composure as my rapidly beating heart would allow, I fought to fill my lungs with air and I heaved a long but restrained sigh. I took out my Beretta M92FS and held it in a line of my sight. My adrenaline surged wildly and I held my gun so hard that my knuckles turned pale, scanning the room and I was prepared to face a relentless foe.

Suddenly, out of the blue, the sound of running pipe jolted me and I immediately aimed towards the direction of the source of the sound. I speculated that the sound came from the washroom and I inched towards it as silent as a shadow. I leaned against the wall and I was sure that 'it' was inside! Drawing near to my target, I quickly turned and aiming into the washroom with my gun pointing at the target.

“Freeze. You are under arrest.” It was a huge man with tall frame who was in the midst of cleaning himself to get rid of the blood stains but he seemed to ignore me. As he glanced over his shoulder, his appearance rattled me so profoundly that sent chills down my spine. He clenched his chrome teeth, piercing me with his bulging eyes as though he was ready to devour me, and swollen scars across his face intensified the horror of his appearance. Vaguely recalling the contents of the newspaper, I was sure that the man in front of me was a wanted serial killer – Jack the Ripper. For the next second, I realized that I was on the rocks.

Panic stricken, I opened my fire rapidly and a few bullets pierced through his gigantic body as I knew that 'survive' and 'attack' were the only things that mused in my mind. I shot until my gun ran out of bullet but it was too no avail. All the bullets could not even budge him an inch and he groaned and roared loudly like a primitive creature, an unstoppable beast! He responded me with the savagery of a cornered animal, pummelled and threw me off from the washroom. Gathering as much strength as I could, I fought to get up but the impact just now had broken two or three of my ribs. I saw his figure getting bigger and bigger in front of me and my strength ebb away slowly. I was on the verge of death.

Abruptly, light flashed through the dark room and lighted everything inside. Lo and behold! It was the helicopter which came to save me! Little did I know how long I could handle but I knew that I was saved.

The Atheist

i wanna believe in all the miracles too
i wanna believe in all the the fairy tales with you
i want the happy ever after really i do
but how can that be when i don't know if heavens true

but theses no eternity for an atheist like me

when i die is that the end no other way in
i'll never see your face again again again again babe
i want die happy ever after i want it with you
but how can that be when i don't know if heavens true

but theses no eternity for an atheist like me

when i die is that the end no other way in
i'll never see your face again again again again babe

and if you should go without me
just promise me that you will always be happy

Another type of ordinary people that I have seen

I wonder what the fuss was all about the moment you were asked to help us. I never wanted to haggle over what we gave and what you could give and what could we receive. I decided to write this because the more I think, the more I feel aggrieved.

Sorry friend, I never mean to insult your mom. But, why can't she appreciate all of these? I mean... I wont expect a "thank you" from her for what my mom and I have done. Hei, auntie, now I am talking to you. Don't you think you have gone too far? Don't you think you are being unreasonable? We fetch your son, at least 3 times for a week of schooling days and my mom was willing to put down her jobs just to wait for us after-school. Not to forget she even fetched your son until your gates. How about weekends? Don't you think your life was too easy because you don't have to waste time to get your son to parties, basketball court, social functions and a host of others?

I guess you still don't have any ideas about how your son get free tuition from a teacher right? I was the one who begged the teacher to give your son free tuition! Bitch! Of course you don't have any clues about it because WE NEVER SHOWED THAT WHEN WE HAVE DONE SOMETHING FOR OTHER PEOPLE, WE EXPECT THEM TO REPAY FOR OUR FAVOR EQUALS TO WHAT WE HAVE GIVEN LIKE YOU! I have come to my sense that never did I expect any gratitude from you!

But, how did you in turn treat us? Just a few days of following your car to back home and you have already fussed over it? You have done it to a fault!

Let's talk about other matter. I could see that your son is quite filial, but it seemed that my mom treated your son better than you. Don't you feel ashamed of yourself? Hei, that's your son. You vent your anger on him, it's ok. You don't prepare breakfast for him, it's ok. But, how could you never care about his whereabouts and what type of peoples does he mingle with? Luckily, his friend is mine. I couldn't imagine what will be the consequence if he mixes with a bunch of delinquents, you enjoy your backwash.

I expect sooner or later, you will surely air out your dissatisfaction. You did! You never appreciate people who have helped you a lot. Fine, don't ya ever hope for us to lend you helping hands anymore!

Projected Affair

And it was black tainted
Over a prison concert
Filled with daily parasites
don't tell me that you love it

I see the distance and the forgotten voice
You and I were one as a body
Once again I look at you
shattering in the pit

Throwing you today as a growing host
You can't find it anywhere else you are prosthetic
Once again I look at you
shattering in the pit

Die fast motherfucker
And bring your own visibility along
You are blood inside her
A hollow body to be cleaned inside and out
In the burial ground, I look at you
shattering in the pit

The lyrics talks about a girl whom I met not long ago. The events happened between us and the peoples around has given inspiration for me in this lyrics.