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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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