| Voidion Poetry | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Volume I | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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AWAKE Awake conscience, disorietned her soft touch makes us cry the light shines hot and bright it burns our eyes (Are we still alive?) She walks with a soft madness peace substains the eye she crawls beside me Soft echoes chase through the halls memories fade on our forgotten words we let eternity slide Infinite moments relived and locked in our minds Time is now It preys upon us feel the blade the flesh the cold prison feel the warmth of a corpse. WILL YOU BE READY We float quietly on ships of madness Dark and Vain soliciting conformity we shall all be saved Our time has come time to live, and time to run Will you be ready? When the summer sky falls upon us Covered in black death thoughtless and immortal the light shines the angel cries Oh, bearer of the child Did you not know this fate? OUR TIME HAS COME Our time has come time to live and time to run Oh, child can you hear? As they call to me outloud the faces we'll see, scribed in time nothings forgotten, or left behind the voices of strangers, so insane whispers turn to screaming pain Oh, child can you hear? Thousands of voices, calling out our names can we ever be the same? Watching the red door she peeks inside the mother is bleeding as she crawls inside she's laughing, she's crying she stands so high she looks at me and closes her eyes there's nowhere left to hide Oh, child our time has come to run away from here and to a place you'll never know. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| THE UNDERWORLD | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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ANGELS IN MY KITCHEN There are angel's in my kitchen and I brush them away as they scatter like sparrows into the sunlight sky. THE MADMEN OF GOD The madmen of god in a fury beat at my door With a sword in hand and a symbol upon my brow I raise a hand of dignity,vanity,pride, and vice and scatter their remnants in the shadows of my infernal Will In the essence of the symbol in the darkest void harbors the voice of revelation to destroy the golden saints with the blackest of silver swords. BLEEDING BABY JESUS To thurst a knife in the heart of baby Jesus would cleanse the world of the sin of virtue. Let him lie bleeding in his filthy manger so his sickening persecution shall never rise and the dregs of society will stay the dregs instead of becoming kings. For the bleeding of baby Jesus is the cleansing of the world like feeding intellectual kosher animals that are bleed before we feast reason into our subtle minds. CUTTING ANGEL'S WINGS The time is now it has fallen sweetly beast of prey cutting angel's wings Vain beauty, fall to the earth like a soft feathered rain spend our days clipping angel's wings The beautiful voices will be slain the choir in the sky sings let the throats of angels bleed few things of beauty are so easily destroyed as the minds of people cutting angel's wings. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| THE FALL FROM PARADISE | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
TALABIT'S SONG: THE VOICE OF A SINNER | I sit underneath a shady tree in the land of an angel lord I sit here ner my pit of flames were my soul remains I stole your faith through your lies captured your spirit through a slow demise And now in this place you'll forever be serving the pleasure of solitude............... I remeber life, just like a dream blue skies, blue rivers too Now I sit my shadow colors me and I can't see my reflection in this river of color and meleting debris I stole you you have no compromise captured your prayers that were meant for god bound with me foe eternity You'll live in the hatred that I breed I'll never see a setting sun My light is the flames that burn my skin So I sit underneath this shady tree and sing my song to help me remember........... the thing I was what I use to be before I twisted my soul and awoke underneath this tree and hear I sit under a shady tree So the flames don't burn my skin near a river and a pit of flames remebering my sins remebering my sins remebering my sins remebering my sins SPIRITUAL WHORES Chosen not to exist Tore my flesh away Bound my books in it That's when I no longer needed to talk to myself I peel my skin away sat for twenty years and watched it decay watched the blood frommy heart turn to words on a page Bound my books with my flesh more than words could say LEAVES ME NAKED easier for the scavengers to pick me away Reason is my name believe in better things than me scrawled the answers on the walls purging out insanity Remeber solid matter that's what I use to be thought truth was myself the embodiment of reality My flesh I peel away to embrace the world naked and clean Live as the angel I manifested in my dreams You can't speak of purity Brainwashed spirtual whores believe in anything they tell you to satisfy your greed Spiritual whores get the fuck away from me don't want ot believe your ideas don't want yur fucking disease your fucking disease Social disease fatal disease I'll stay immersed in virgin thoughts keep myself pure and clean fuck you, you spiritual whores don't want to believe your ideas don't want your disease ALTERNATIVE SEX OBJECT My skins so pale and white and parts of me are unnatural induced Look so frail, withdrawn, strung out you'd think I have a disease Sometimes I'm a little whore and other times I remain so clean Come breed Come breed Paint myself up like a picture like Edvard Munich's scream Tormented, struggling, and sadistic so erotic it's obscene like a pedophilla Come breed, take my hand child Come breed, oh your so pristine Come breed, I am going to love to debaucheries you Come breed, it makes me feel so clean Come breed, cleanse my soul All bound up in leather All chained to the bed I've ben everywhere, I could go inside you there is nothing that I was denied I feel like Incubus with sleeping madiens I lay and if I die before you wake I'll leave you with a sadomasochistic dream Now are you feeling tantilized You were so cheap and used!!!!!!!!!! Are you consumed with ambiguities until your lust resumes Come breed, erotic dreams Come breed, never been such a erotic scene Come breed, even in the gates of hell Come breed, manifesting a united sexual peek Come breed, beast of passion Come breed, let's engage ourselves Come breed, a new life, a new life endlessly united dreams in life fullfilled through flesh!!!!!!!!!!! All Poems by TALABIT OF VOID If any is interesting in recieving complete manuscripts send to: VOIDION POETRY P.O. Box 420 Manchester, MI 48148 Infernally yours, Talabit of Void
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