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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