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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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THE QUEEN IS DEAD
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a poem
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by Sunspot
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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You know there's something that I really must do,
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And if you want I will tell it to you.
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Are you ready cuz here I go,
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If I go too fast, tell me to go slow.
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I have a mission that I must complete,
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If I don't I'll be in the water with concrete shoes on my feet.
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I must go to England and after one night in bed;
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I have to leave with the knowledge that the queen is dead!
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I'm gonna take a gun, shoot it in her head;
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Only then will I know that the queen is dead!
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I'll take a knife and puncture her skull through her brain;
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I will laugh as she screams in everlasting pain!
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I will beat her to death with a wooden stick,
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Then when she is gone, I will give her a kick!
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I will put her in the water and watch her drown,
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And when she is dead, I won't be wearing a frown!
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I will choke her to death with some nylon rope,
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And if it goes well, I might decide to kill the pope!
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I will put bamboo shoots under her fingernails;
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I will laugh in her face when she screams and wails.
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I will hit her in the head,
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Making sure she's dead.
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Stick a knife in her chest,
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Right through her breast.
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Cut out her heart,
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And tear it apart!
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Grab hold of her arm and rip it off;
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Make her stay there thinking, "I ain't so tough!"
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She must learn a true fact that she didn't know before;
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She will learn it as she's crossing over death's door!
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A bullet will kill a man, woman, child or baby;
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There's no ifs', ands', buts', or even a maybe.
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A bullet will go through a pauper as well as a prince;
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The same for a peasant girl or queen, they both shall wince!
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Death comes to all, and to all comes death;
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I will spit in your face as you take your last breath!
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And when all is done, I will do it again;
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Rape and pillage, kill and maim!
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I will laugh at your pain, I will spit on your blood;
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I will leave you to die in a puddle of mud.
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I will kill all your children, and also your wife;
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Make you watch this before I also take your life!
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I am death, I am life, I am both into one;
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Only when I am killing can I really be having fun!
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I do not keep count of how many have died,
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Of how many people watched me and cried.
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And to all of them I laughed, and I am laughing still;
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Because when you least expect it is when I make my kill!
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I will watch you squirm like a dying worm, with your blood all over my hands;
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Then you I will beat, from your head to your feet, it will be your final stand!
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All of this because the queen must die;
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It is now known to you, as was known to I.
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Oh, I will take a gun and shoot it into her head,
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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
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of files...(me! Sunspot!) Happy May, I hope you die by June
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(718)/428-6776
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Sunspot 5/1/88-49
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All Rights Worth Shit
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