Cult of the Dead Cow 049

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Cult of the Dead Cow

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                                THE QUEEN IS DEAD 
                                     a poem 

                                   by  Sunspot 

                      >>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<< 
                        -cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc- 
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You know there's something that I really must do, 
And if you want I will tell it to you. 
Are you ready cuz here I go, 
If I go too fast, tell me to go slow. 

I have a mission that I must complete, 
If I don't I'll be in the water with concrete shoes on my feet. 
I must go to England and after one night in bed; 
I have to leave with the knowledge that the queen is dead! 

I'm gonna take a gun, shoot it in her head; 
Only then will I know that the queen is dead! 
I'll take a knife and puncture her skull through her brain; 
I will laugh as she screams in everlasting pain! 

I will beat her to death with a wooden stick, 
Then when she is gone, I will give her a kick! 
I will put her in the water and watch her drown, 
And when she is dead, I won't be wearing a frown! 

I will choke her to death with some nylon rope, 
And if it goes well, I might decide to kill the pope! 
I will put bamboo shoots under her fingernails; 
I will laugh in her face when she screams and wails. 

I will hit her in the head, 
Making sure she's dead. 
Stick a knife in her chest, 
Right through her breast. 

Cut out her heart, 
And tear it apart! 
Grab hold of her arm and rip it off; 
Make her stay there thinking, "I ain't so tough!" 

She must learn a true fact that she didn't know before; 
She will learn it as she's crossing over death's door! 
A bullet will kill a man, woman, child or baby; 
There's no ifs', ands', buts', or even a maybe. 

A bullet will go through a pauper as well as a prince; 
The same for a peasant girl or queen, they both shall wince! 
Death comes to all, and to all comes death; 
I will spit in your face as you take your last breath! 

 
And when all is done, I will do it again; 
Rape and pillage, kill and maim! 

 
I will laugh at your pain, I will spit on your blood; 
I will leave you to die in a puddle of mud. 
I will kill all your children, and also your wife; 
Make you watch this before I also take your life! 

I am death, I am life, I am both into one; 
Only when I am killing can I really be having fun! 
I do not keep count of how many have died, 
Of how many people watched me and cried. 

And to all of them I laughed, and I am laughing still; 
Because when you least expect it is when I make my kill! 
I will watch you squirm like a dying worm, with your blood all over my hands; 
Then you I will beat, from your head to your feet, it will be your final stand! 

All of this because the queen must die; 
It is now known to you, as was known to I. 
Oh, I will take a gun and shoot it into her head, 
And only only then will I know - the queen is dead! 
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Call Milliways to meet a deranged guy who gets off on writing these types 
of files...(me! Sunspot!)  Happy May, I hope you die by June  
  (718)/428-6776 
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 (c)1988  cDc communications  by Sunspot                              5/1/88-49 
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