Forty-four, the minutes tick down
to mass ****** (some may say suicide)
Twenty minutes in
the children start screaming
A voice begging mothers to force feed poison
down the throats of their young
A woman stands up, to fight for her rights
to be shoved down by angry souls
"Your life means nothing without his."
Hatred is spewed in her face
And as I listen, my heart breaks
These people all sought for peace and rest
only to think that death was the answer
the only true release
Ten minutes left and chaos erupts
Children line up for a drink, encourages and kept still
A weak understanding of where to go next
Silent tears streaming as mama closes her eyes
Forty four minutes, and silence is heard
909 souls gone on to wander
looking for something better
and, god, I hope they found their peace.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
Forty-four, the minutes tick down
to mass ****** (some may say suicide)
Twenty minutes in
the children start screaming
A voice begging mothers to force feed poison
down the throats of their young
A woman stands up, to fight for her rights
to be shoved down by angry souls
"Your life means nothing without his."
Hatred is spewed in her face
And as I listen, my heart breaks
These people all sought for peace and rest
only to think that death was the answer
the only true release
Ten minutes left and chaos erupts
Children line up for a drink, encourages and kept still
A weak understanding of where to go next
Silent tears streaming as mama closes her eyes
Forty four minutes, and silence is heard
909 souls gone on to wander
looking for something better
and, god, I hope they found their peace.
I'm writing a research paper on the Jonestown Massacre and it really has made me question alot of things. Morals and the way I carry myself in life. The last recording of them really broke me
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