Complaint Review: David Zachary Harris

This individual, David Zachary Harris -- Has plagiarized me. His band "Sweet Blasphemy" aid him in his plagiary whilst playing the songs "I am the one" and "Vervais Ave. These are exact copies of my songs "He Who Dwells Within" and "Church Ave." He claims he himself wrote these songs, when in fact, he had nothing to do with their conception.

The music is identical. The lyrics have been somewhat changed, though rhymes and ideals remain intact. I have read these lyrics on Zachary Harris' facebook page before he deleted them -- Thematically they are the same. Vocal delivery remains same. There could be more songs that he/they are stealing. I cannot be sure.

I wish him to cease and desist any further plagiary. Stop playing/using my songs for his own personal benefit/gain. They are not his and he has no right to be playing/using them. I am adamant in these statements.

Originals can be heard here -- http://www.myspace.com/untitledjwproject -- Along with many live performances of the song "He Who Dwells Within" by the band "Venat" on youtube.com --

Stolen versions of said songs can be found here --

http://www.myspace.com/sweetblasfemy

My music is precious to me, and this clearly isn't right in any regard.

Original lyrics to my songs are as follows

Original (Church Ave) -- (Originally entitled "From thine casket with love.")

Eleven Twenty Seven, prior to midnight
Twas walking down long a place they call the Church Avenue.
Theres a graveyard just there --
And in the center was a chair.

Twas made of bone, Twas held with twine
Stained with a substance reminiscing Sanguine.
Though if ghosts walked there
They all stayed away from the chair.

I once knew  a girl whom lived on Church Avenue
And Id visit her every day, wed traipse about the hills filled with graves.
Though, then the day came when she moved away
And now I cant remember her name.

Church Avenue was so beautiful in early Autumn
With the town dimly lighten, and the leaves all a-falling.
And there in the courtyard was held a tree
Twas known some name thats long escaped me.

All the children were afraid of the tree
Wed cross the street to avoid its gnarled frame.
And sometimes to see how brave we could be
Wed stand at its base, with our arms all a-raised, though most were afraid of that game.

Id stood beneath the witch trees pitiless gaze
Its shadow fell atop my face--
The night echoed with its morose curse
And all that was Iwas, hence forth, was debased.

(We could compare to his lyrics had we copies)

He Who Dwells Within.

Dolls and kisses, crosses and wishes
Eating insects, she pisses--
On the floor-- one, two, three, four--
Five, six-- f***ng her p***y with a crucifix.

I am the one who dwelt with Cain
I am the one who dwelt within Nero.
I once dwelt within Judas Iscariot
I was with Fleischmann, I am Hitler
And I am Lucifer, the Devil in the Flesh.

I am the one who dwelt with Cain
I am the one who held Neros name.
With Judas, and Fleischmann, until they found Death
I am Hitler, I am Lucifer, I am the devil in your flesh.

Chain us to our bed, well rake--
The walls with our finger nails, well m********e--
Our p***y will bleed, and the Rosary, well break
Well drink all that which we urinate.

Cling to the hovel that is this girls tangled frame
Shed stigmata, in communion with the Virgin Mary in the rain.
A hallucination and the barbed wire-fence
God wont save you from me, b***h..

(Now their version)