The Terrible Surprise

One sad November day.

Thirty squared to a blind man devote
Squirt the poison and punch down the throat
From the cornfields at the crossroads came the demon
A mask of passion hiding the knife, cutting the lesion

Witnesses recalled a face bringing chilly shivers
A contradiction passing on fake salvation slivers
From the crossroads to the left coast, crossing rivers
The followers followed him, the blind man delivers

Relocate to the heated foliage, away from prying eyes
Activist investigates only to meet his demise
The loudspeaker roars with sickening lies
The end of it all contained the terrible surprise

Three decades later and the mind still reels
Why do people accept such religious appeals?
Led to their deaths by a charismatic volition
Was it really their own mind making the decision?

Penned in honor of the thirty squared that are dead
Penned in dishonor, the one with blood upon his head
That day in November was chilly right near the Equator
Nine hundred some decided to imbibe the cyanide chaser

In the end, what has the world at large really learned?
We stand near the passionate fire of faith and get burned
But the defenders say, at the least the flames keep us warm
And the light frightens night away, it is the ultimate alarm

After all, we are free to pursue our own delusions
Leave us be and you stand alone with your confusion
So the faithless stand alone, no answer to the query
Nothing but pure conjecture, not a scientific theory