Exiled - Exiled.

EXILED
This one tells the story of Metatron (the angel that writes of scripts of our lives). Considering that everyone is what they're exposed to then of course Metatron must have some evil inside him but since he's an archangel (meant to be perfect) therefore he finds the power to expel the evil, creating a demon named Exiled which erases the scripts of humans' lives.

POEM
Metatron writing our lives
Witnessing the evil as it strives
You see what none have imagined
Writing as your heart goes blackened
Metatron is it what you saw?
Has that created within you a flaw?
Metatron how long will your fall take?
Metatron are you to break?
What is this feeling in my soul?
Am I about to lose it all?
I feel my inside evil picking up the pace
Evil affecting an archangel? What a disgrace
What is this strange contraction of space?
And why is it so easy to embrace?
Inside my mind it has grown
Within my heart it has flown
Now I am able to tell
This is a soul that belongs in hell
To separate from it I must
Before god loses his trust
I must get rid of this soul
And block it from reaching its goal
Your you shall learn
And in hell you shall burn
I have finally become free
Finally I got the chance to be
My reign has now begun
My power shall consume everyone
I have been born naturally bad
The pages of the book shall be driven mad
The sky cracks
The lightning attacks
There's no virtue, no vice
The innocent shall pay the price
From fate I shall erase
Dropping angels from their grace
Angels have fell in hell
The world's nature will start to repel
Exiled
The world you have defiled
Do you stand for damnation?
But you're Metatron's creation
To you, their souls they'll sell
Only the lucky will go to hell
The unlucky shall be frozen in time
You shall not spare one life.

Exiled - Destiny Sync.

DESTINY SYNC
Have you guys ever realized how much of a marvelous thing destiny is? How out destinies sync into making us all meet and into making you read my blog and basically how it makes up everything. I know, it's something no one would think of unless they've took enough time thinking about it.

POEM
Can you feel that vibration?
Can you feel the friction's inflammation?
Do you feel the particles shake?
Are you aware of what they make?
They make up destinies with their grace
They make up life at every pace
They make up more than you think
They synchronize faster than you blink
They control all aspects of fate
Something mankind can never create
Avoiding to believe in it mankind tends
Do you not feel the radiation it sends?
Expectancies the particles shall bend
Into our nature they shall blend
They decide our life and death
Only the intelligent will be able to guess
There is no certainty
But only insanity
Feel the destiny sync
Faster than your eyes can blink.

Exiled - Hot Ice.

HOT ICE
This one talks about how some good things have been viewed to society as bad and only a minority see through the lies. Enjoy it and thank you again for reading my blog.

POEM
The way things are shown to humanity
Everything shown with no clarity
Until you close the gap
Then you shall be aware of the trap
Hot ice
Not looking so nice
The way its looked at by society
Is that the cause of your anxiety?
Does their ignorance cause you pain?
You must be ignorant too or you'll go insane
Hot ice
To touch it you must pay the price
Ignore all men
You'll only be called a freak again
Can you feel the eclipse of our hearts?
As what they call the "freakshow" starts
Hot ice looking so cold
You're but ice yet greater than gold
They stare at us and wonder
Like they're from Earth and us under
All we have towards society is hate
Only freaks like myself shall relate
Hot ice, touch it and you will see
Why you shouldn't be the one staring at me.

Exiled - ?!

?!
This is my first article and it's going to be small, just some common questions of the nature of the world, it seems so simple to say who's good and who's not but try to take those claims into true consideration, from that point there won't any simplicity to what I'm saying
What is good and what is bad?
Who decides? How is it determined? Is anyone completely good or completely bad? Can't a bad person defend something good by using bad ways to reach good causes? (The same as in "Incubbus")
If anyone reaches any answers to those question I'd appreciate if they write it down in the comments or tell me on alielbedwihy@gmail.com.

Exiled - Fault Dies.

FAULT DIES
This one is about how our guilty conscience dies over time

POEM
Growing up as a child
Seeing the older so wild
Wishing you could join their rides
You just wanna flow with the tides
Daddy said "don't play with fire"
But what's forbidden is what I desire.
Playing with  fire I have burned
Doing the wrong I have never learned
So curious for every single trial
"It's not wrong" I'm in denial
To every sin I cling
In the land of evil I have become king
I am so lost in the dark
Have become so scarred in the heart
I just wanted to fit in
Now I am the bringer of sin
I've become such a mess
This "fun" has brought me all the stress
Down this road I insisted
By corruption I've been assisted
No one knows what I've become
Feeling nothing I've gone so numb
No one can hear my cries
That is the story of how my fault dies.

Exiled - Possessed Angels.

POSSESSED ANGELS
I've always had something for disorder. I like imagining systems in disorder, imagine if the heavens were in disorder. This is all about that.

POEM
All purity in heaven
Every angel up there living
An ugly word is never told
Where everyone's heart is gold
Up there inside paradise
All are saints, never thinking twice
What if one angel is to rebel?
Does heaven transform into hell?
Shall the demons succeed?
Will all angels start to bleed?
The demons are to invade
Look at what they made
All evil brought to heaven
The only place empty was hell
The story of this day, when in heaven demons dwelled
Evil has no place here
But evil and good have become so unclear
From this place evil must vanish
Everyone in the world shall perish
Comes heaven into hell and clashes
The world has blown into ashes.

Exiled - The Havoc.

THE HAVOC
Welcome to the havoc
The place we all inhabit
Where souls are never pure
Where the good are always insecure
Where everyone is wrong
This is where we belong
You can hear everyone's screams
All their tears flowing into streams
Listen to humanity's cries
As you were listening another one dies
No one shall be saved
All of humanity enslaved
Welcome to this world where all sins are curled
And shoved up the good's ass
To survive you must welcome the dark at last
A world full of blackness
We lead the way to our own madness
The systems we blindly follow
Our minds grown so hollow
Look in the mirror as you go insane
There's no one but you to blame
This is what you inhabit
Mankind's own havoc.

Exiled - Black of the light.

BLACK OF THE LIGHT
This one needs you guys to use some imagination with this one. It's as if there are some souls that aren't pure, they went to heaven for having more good than bad but that doesn't mean they don't have bad at all, the presence of evil creates light that is black in heaven and creates echoes of every evil intention that was thought up inside heaven, enjoy.

POEM
Up in the skies
Where all the good lies
But evil never dies
Intentions blackened but he denies
Heaven must have no bad
But the absence of purity shall drive you mad
Humans shall never be pure
For they are easy to lure
Black light that no one's seen
Not the greatest king or his queen
Black light in every corner
All saints shall become mourners
In the light the whispers shall run
The darkness shall block the sun
Angels who've never heard an earthly word
Angels who have always lived with the lord
In the light they have gone corrupt
All innocence the black light shall destruct
Dear heaven
More than a prize, you are a lesson.

Exiled - Incubbus.

INCUBBUS
This one is related to a phenomenon called sleep paralysis, in legends it's believed that Incubbus and Succubus (Incubbus is the male version and Succubus is the female version) rape humans when they are having sleep paralysis.
The reason why they do is unknown, what if they're bringers of justice in their own way?
Thank you for reading my blog.

POEM
In a world of wicked and good
Where a paranoid mankind stood
A world where everyone holds a grudge
A world where no creature is a judge
The dwelling shall only begin
Once you succumb to the sin
The demons attack at night
From now on, every night you shall fight
By demons you'll be awakened
From your inner peace you'll be taken
After midnight you'll be paralyzed
All actions have been analyzed
Incubbus set me free!
Succubus what do you want of me?!
To purify myself I shall hurry
All they see as evil shall be raped and buried
The judges on land
A pain no man can withstand.

Exiled - Instictual Metamorphosis.

INSTICTUAL METAMORPHOSIS
So alright, let's start with this one, it is about how one transforms on the inside by human nature according to feelings

POEM
Hey, how does life feel?
Man, it seems so unreal
Life's such a dream
Draining your self esteem
You won't be reborn
But everyday you shall transform
My friend you're so sad
But it doesn't feel so bad
Doesn't it make you grow?
Yes, let the metamorphosis flow
Listen to your survival instinct
Don't let the pain go extinct
It shall never be in vain
You shall feed on your pain
My friend you say you're pathetic
You just want someone to be sympathetic
My friend you say you're bad
But you just wanna hear "don't be sad"
My friend you say you don't give a fuck
But you wish you had some more luck
My friend, this is no imagination
Everyday you go through the transformation.

Exiled - Intro.

INTRO
Exiled is my second set of poems which mainly is but a part of my search for the meaning of good and bad, it's a nice set full of entertainment and I hope you guys will like it and thank you.