#jonestown
Come and join the fun
This world has just begun
to get crazy
There's room for everyone
**** your life
It's not worth living
So follow me
Down this road
That No one knows of
Just the moon
And the stars
I'll take you
Far away
From this place
No one
Will find you there.
Once you leave with me
And finally see
What you've been missing
You'll never want to leave
They say that time
Is never ending
So follow me
Down this road
That No one knows of
Just the moon
And the stars
I'll take you
Far away
From this place
No one
Will find you there
As if youve
disappeared
I'll think I'm in the clear
But this is just an ordinary fix
For dealing with a world like this
End this
Is the end
Is the
End this
is the end
Is the
End this
Is the end
Is the
End this
Is the end
Is...
Jonestown.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 1:05 AM 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.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
✰
Study Jonestown.
Study the microcosm:
same old socialist
tyrant on the loudspeaker:
revolutionary compound,
demon king enthroned
in his pavilion;
feudal lord
having his way
with all his nubile daughters;
the inner circle
with the automatic weapons.
⛧
Jim Jones
was a star.
no Little Richard, he . . .
no wannabe white nights
of James Browns . . .
away with your Elvises
your Supremes . . .
lightweight crooners all:
mere Marilyn Mansons.
But Reverend Jones
played the REAL funk,
the TRUE soul music.
There is earth.
There is wind, and sometimes
fire.
But Jonestown, LIVE—
that was a show, brothers and sisters.
When Reverend Jones was at the mike
it was serious as hell.
(Father knows best.)
★
same old lies / same old poison
spiritual wickedness / lost souls recycled for hell
communes / community / communism
(*heard all this **** before*):
strident calls for Social Justice / the Social Gospel / Socialist Delusion
Father knows how it ends.
Drink up, brothers and sisters:
it's closing time.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC
A man stands behind a podium and microphone,
words comes through speakers of static.
His lips propel the stagnate tone,
standing poised, confident and charismatic.
He holds conviction through his behavior,
his speech are the people's gospel.
He is the way, the truth, their savior,
a modern day philosophical apostle.
Beneath the facade is a rotten marrow plate,
a poison tongue with a malevolent purpose.
Trepidation is a weapon that he demonstrates,
revealed under the scratched surface.
A wolf that don's a sheep's skin,
who has found a herd to operate.
His malefic influence is about to begin,
a crowd he will manipulate.
Kool-Aid is the key to the golden gates,
he said it is the only way out.
Tip the cup, take a sip, have a taste,
expel all your fear and doubt.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 4:24 PM UTC