Old Testament (Truth and Johnny Omega)

Old Testament
By Truth and Johnny Omega

My life defines normalcy - I cruise through mundane normalities
I can remember childhood fantasies replaced with middle age reality
Boyish dreams traded for daily routines
White collars, ties, colorful charts, and marketing schemes
Stream and flicker in my minds when I think of recent days
I have to provide for a wife and children on less than decent pay
Stress is a given, living in this way, countless butts in the ashtray
Of my white sedan I'd slay millions to get an upperhand in this life
My soul is scuffed and aspirations muffled in every way it seems I scuffle with strife
The pressure bubbles beneath the surface. what is this urge which lurks and then arises each night

Kill them all, what have they done for you except pain and stress?
The way you sweat for their happiness but they just complain and jest.
They say you're insane, a mess, they want you to go away depressed,
your faith repressed with dayless rest, I know you want to escape this nest.
Let me bless your soul, with a sacrifice of blood and bone,
nobody leaves my son alone, so just grab that gun and go.
You want love, not woe, so please listen to what I sow,
I don't bluff, I bestow my gift to children who succumb and grow.
When they're all asleep, load a couple shells and drop the sheep,
watch their dreams fall beneath the depths of hell, a godless keep.

Anger creeps from the depths this must be some sort of test
How could I even think of these cold blooded acts? I'm under duress but I'm blessed
Many would kill for a family like mine now I'm to kill my family? My mind can't be working aptly
Tasking me with dastardly actions that are sure to render casualties
Naturally I'm taken aback I cannot react causally
I can't end the lives of my loved ones simply because we don't exist lavishly
I hold on to sanity in vain like raindrops trickling down a tattered leaf
Knowing the plummet awaits i clench my fist and say a prayer to acess the moral stakes
Father is this one of Satan's games or the enigmatic way I'm to enter your pearly gates?

Think of it as purifying the damned, you're carrying out my word,
bury it in the dirt where you stand, weary as that soundless skirt.
Your boundless worth proves to me that you're ready for a golden hearse,
with an omen purge, you can be in heaven before the broken turns.

I understand the task at hand it cannot be I'm a damned, sick, man
This is grand prophecy the order of the most high whose hand
Calls to me, following motion with demand,
I have no recourse but to obey, knowing now that it's okay
I won't be judged and burn eternally for this, the most wicked of foul play
I judged my mark pondered ways to slay the woman with which I've lain
For years and the children that resulted from our soon to be squandered love craze
On the day of my family's death I sat for hours in a daze

...waiting for one final sign...
I heard the voice say...

The patient is wildly delusional and imagines the voice of God,
thinks he's the angel of death, doesn't believe the choice was wrong.
We're giving him a sedative, gonna keep him detained for 72 hours,
I just don't understand how a man could give into such cruel desire
Enough of the waiting the time for soul capping has come
I aim to maim the protagonists in this blaming game
Won only in blood, on the third night Darkness told the Sun "succumb"
This devilish deed will be done - My loves lives sacrificed for the king of paradise
The highest one commands you come meet your maker by tonight

As you lay to sleep, I sit secluded, eluding this task and silently weep
Sarah and Fred are in bed, prayers said and counting bouncing sheep
And the love of my life, Elaine, my wife has seized to believe
I'll make it bed, Insomnia has seized the will in me to sleep
But slumber finds my family with ease. Little do they know of the lion in the keep
I march in menacing, melancholy steps towards the end of my duress
My closet yields the weapon to punish my blood's flesh
Shotgun shells to squelch the youth - Fred had just lost his first tooth
It's strange the glow of death in moonlight once the reapers set loose
My wife heard the loud shots, woke with a start and rushed in to stop
Whatever Evils dared strike our offspring
She met me with a sorrowful wince, I pause as if to insist
I've had nothing to do with this - my hesitation is calming
She advances, I'm palming my 12 gauge and I've just laid my kids to rest
I raise the shotgun waist high and aim it at my wife's chest
Squeeze the trigger, I'm blessed to of done the lords work despite the high cost that I've paid
My path to Heaven is paved and wrought by lives lost on that fateful date

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Originally Posted by Blanco.

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At least you were honest lol

epic collab.
ill get around to feeding it hopefully soon.

My life defines normalcy - I cruise through mundane normalities
I can remember childhood fantasies replaced with middle age reality
Boyish dreams traded for daily routines
White collars, ties, colorful charts, and marketing schemes
Stream and flicker in my minds when I think of recent days
I have to provide for a wife and children on less than decent pay
Stress is a given, living in this way, countless butts in the ashtray
Of my white sedan I'd slay millions to get an upperhand in this life
My soul is scuffed and aspirations muffled in every way it seems I scuffle with strife
The pressure bubbles beneath the surface. what is this urge which lurks and then arises each night

I'm guessing Truth wrote this intro verse. It's a good intro. What I like about it is its pace.
The images flash so fast before my eyes, echoing urban madness and the stress of expectations.
The reality of day to day life, with all it's pressures twists and turns into a perpetual pit of mayhem where
one is constantly chasing his tail to keep up in the race. Good stuff.

Kill them all, what have they done for you except pain and stress?
The way you sweat for their happiness but they just complain and jest.
They say you're insane, a mess, they want you to go away depressed,
your faith repressed with dayless rest, I know you want to escape this nest.
Let me bless your soul, with a sacrifice of blood and bone,
nobody leaves my son alone, so just grab that gun and go.
You want love, not woe, so please listen to what I sow,
I don't bluff, I bestow my gift to children who succumb and grow.
When they're all asleep, load a couple shells and drop the sheep,
watch their dreams fall beneath the depths of hell, a godless keep.
Ok, guessing this bit is Johnny's. I mean the first three words didn't give it away at all lol.
But more than that I think the writings on the wall. It's funny how you get to know peoples styles.
I could be wrong about who wrote which stanza but I doubt it. What's odd is that you guys didn't state
which parts you wrote so its up to the reader to try and guess. Not that it really makes a difference
because as a whole, it works. The evil inclinations in the subconscious of this persons mind play out well in
this stanza. It's obvious the devil is manipulating and planting seeds in the heart and mind of this soul.
The rhymes are a little more full on when compared to the first stanza, and I kind of think that goes because
a different state of being has been introduced here and his voice is obviously different. I like it.

Anger creeps from the depths this must be some sort of test
How could I even think of these cold blooded acts? I'm under duress but I'm blessed
Many would kill for a family like mine now I'm to kill my family? My mind can't be working aptly
Tasking me with dastardly actions that are sure to render casualties
Naturally I'm taken aback I cannot react causally
I can't end the lives of my loved ones simply because we don't exist lavishly
I hold on to sanity in vain like raindrops trickling down a tattered leaf
Knowing the plummet awaits i clench my fist and say a prayer to acess the moral stakes
Father is this one of Satan's games or the enigmatic way I'm to enter your pearly gates?
There are heaps of great lines in these stanzas and if I were to comment line by line I'd show them all,
however I don't have the time nor mindset for that atm, so this stanza breakdown will have to do.
I think you've both been able to come up with interesting concepts, alluring wording, and really good
poetic flow. I just have to comment on this..."...Naturally I'm taken aback I cannot react causally
I can't end the lives of my loved ones simply because we don't exist lavishly..." I love that. That's great.
That back and forth inner conflict of the mind is wonderfully written. The psychological struggle is evident.

Think of it as purifying the damned, you're carrying out my word,
bury it in the dirt where you stand, weary as that soundless skirt.
Your boundless worth proves to me that you're ready for a golden hearse,
with an omen purge, you can be in heaven before the broken turns.
This fallen angel, pretending to be the voice of God is creepy and devious.
He's full of deleterious needs and his animated character in my opinion has come to life
and breathes havoc on the mind of this mere mortal.

I understand the task at hand it cannot be I'm a damned, sick, man
This is grand prophecy the order of the most high whose hand
Calls to me, following motion with demand,
I have no recourse but to obey, knowing now that it's okay
I won't be judged and burn eternally for this, the most wicked of foul play
I judged my mark pondered ways to slay the woman with which I've lain
For years and the children that resulted from our soon to be squandered love craze
On the day of my family's death I sat for hours in a daze
Yeah, that's great. Is it psychosis? Is it brainwashing? Is he weak? Is he possessed?
Whatever the case its obvious he's been taken over and the transition has been presented well,
in a believable manner imo.

...waiting for one final sign...
I heard the voice say...

The patient is wildly delusional and imagines the voice of God,
thinks he's the angel of death, doesn't believe the choice was wrong.
We're giving him a sedative, gonna keep him detained for 72 hours,
I just don't understand how a man could give into such cruel desire
Enough of the waiting the time for soul capping has come
I aim to maim the protagonists in this blaming game
Won only in blood, on the third night Darkness told the Sun "succumb"
This devilish deed will be done - My loves lives sacrificed for the king of paradise
The highest one commands you come meet your maker by tonight
I'm slightly confused by the voice here. In the first few lines I take it a doctor is talking.
That's how I understood it. But then it seems the patient is organising his grand plan.
So It's a blend of the two that I'm seeing. I like the reality check that happens with the sedatives
and the prognosis. I like that we can look in from outside the box and hear our thoughts reflected back to us.
But then the devil comes and pushes his way in again, and the roller coaster of hell is ready to speed straight to
the pit of eternal fire.

As you lay to sleep, I sit secluded, eluding this task and silently weep
Sarah and Fred are in bed, prayers said and counting bouncing sheep
And the love of my life, Elaine, my wife has seized to believe
I'll make it tobed, Insomnia has seized the will in me to sleep
But slumber finds my family with ease. Little do they know of the lion in the keep
I march in menacing, melancholy steps towards the end of my duress
My closet yields the weapon to punish my blood's flesh
Shotgun shells to squelch the youth - Fred had just lost his first tooth wow
It's strange the glow of death in moonlight once the reapers set loose
My wife heard the loud shots, woke with a start and rushed in to stop
Whatever Evils dared strike our offspring
She met me with a sorrowful wince, I pause as if to insist
I've had nothing to do with this - my hesitation is calming
She advances, I'm palming my 12 gauge and I've just laid my kids to rest
I raise the shotgun waist high and aim it at my wife's chest
Squeeze the trigger, I'm blessed to of done the lords work despite the high cost that I've paid
My path to Heaven is paved and wrought by lives lost on that fateful date

Great outro. Really good insight into the daily grind of witching hour. The bedtime routine...
The children and their cute adorable stages...The reality of a normal household are all dynamic and flourish with
imagery. It's an energetic stanza. One full of colour but at the same time, stained with foul blood.


I loved this collab. It's the sort of thing I really delve into when it's written well and I think this is written well.
I think the character and his dual dialogues are captivating and I think you guys did a great job blending both sides
and meshing them into the one man.
This has been a pleasure to read.

Great work.


Thank you.

I enjoyed the piece very much! An awesome topic and good collaborating, however, the way it READS, is lengthy and, although poetic, honestly, by the 16th it started growing tedious to continue reading. I assume you already planned on recording this, but if not, please do, ideally over a beat, but even acapella, it has substantial weight lyrically, slightly unorthodox in a sort of 'immortal technique' way with the style and formation, but with long lines, 1,1,2,2 stanzas, and detailed multi-line bars, having to read as opposed to listen does not do the piece much justice, especially for the demographic.
3.5/5

Truth started this off pretty well, I liked the opening descriptions, made for some good characterization i could really picture, it had a bit of cynicism in it that i could pick up, the internals were pretty well placed, even though the lines were getting a little lengthy for me. johnny definitely came with a pretty slick flow and kept the images rolling pretty smoothly, the read is progressing real well in this collab, i liked how cohesive its turning out in motion. both of you are blending some pretty dark imagery that i'm feeling, back to truth, man you've got some great creative word choices sparking up in your second verse, i really liked the raindrops on a tattered leaf line, back to johnny with more bars centered towards a deep self reflective state of mind before committing the dastardly sin. Truth ended with some deeper descriptions and laid out the actual event with a bit more in depth. my only criticism is that i did feel like with as long of a read this is i did see what was going to happen from the beginning, so i would just want some more creative building points in there to keep it fresh like bible quotes during the killings or demons in his head telling him what to do exactly you know, I do have to say it was a pretty menacing piece and you both did a great job keeping it going, your styles complimented. Thanks for the read!

Appreciate it, y'all.