___ ___ / | Soveriegns | \ As the shovel speaks unto the ground, / | of | \ / | Bell | | \ Hands that cannot build must steal. / /| | __________ | | \ / / | | / \| |_ With love to Ma Bell. / / |__| / | \ \ / ---------\ | \ |\ \ /__________ \ | \ | \ \ / \ | ||__\ \ Issue #7 By Flatline and Dr. No - / \ | \ Deep from the dead, \__________________/_________ /__________/ there rises.. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- TOMBSTONE - By Flatline ----------------------- A Tombstone is where I live And a Casket is my bed My covers are but my skin And my blood -- no longer red Death is just an image Which to everyone seems bad Except for the flies and maggots Nothing is really sad The dirt is only insolation And the grass is there for a look The sky is colored blue And the moon is in a hook And as I lay here waiting With something poking at my eye Now I know the truth.... There is no life after you die.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disco Ball of Terror - By Flatline ---------------------------------- Spin, spin, spin Spin it again Blades 'a slashing Lights 'a flashing Pain and screams 'a flying The DJ flies from his table Your pigment turns white in fear Running for the exit just near Falling, Falling, FAlling The pavement breaks the fall Must find that evil disco ball Smoke fills the room Need to change those Fruit of the Looms Your Worst Dream is now here Flip on the lights YOUR FEAR IS NO MORE!!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Straight Jacket - By Flatline ----------------------------- Caught in a coat Dressed in white Can't get out I'm not sick I'm not mad Straps on back Arms getting tired Arms getting stiff Can't get out I'm not mad I'm not sick POP, POP Out of joint Slip on through Just one more I'm not mad I'm not sick I'm FREE.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- No Fear - By Flatline --------------------- Knuckles whiter than fear The wound is slowly healing, On my shirt it starts to smear And I have this awful feeling.... Like my victim is very near I am God in my mind Like the slaves' overseer I smell flesh -- A white man's kind In my sights -- I'm hunting him like a deer The taste in my mouth dries I come close and whisper in his ear "Look into my deadly eyes" Push him down and spill his beer Cut his throat and watch him scream Now he has no fear.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Worried - By Dr. No ------------------- There is no use, I'm an oddity. I like strange things, I do things even stranger. People wonder about me, but I'm not worried. My dad is a very forceful man. Nice when he's quiet, mean when he's not. I think he likes to toture people's minds. It's probably a side effect of the military, but I'm not worried. We've lived in a dozen different places, from the Land of Sunshine to the North Pole, to a place where you can't understand what people say without a little book. We liked all those places, yet hated them somehow. We live here now and will probably move again, but I'm not worried. Who would want a little wretch like me? Maybe I'll find out some day. Hidden beneath this shell of a good me is a demon, waiting to come out. I have tried to summon him many times, but to no avail. He will come some day, and I'm not worried. Even though I'm not worried, I am in fact. I think about these things when I am locked in my room, listening to music and staring at the ceiling. There I think wonderful thoughts, and terrible ones. There I worry. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Soveriegns Of Bell Issue # 7 | | Call these 3l33+ BBS: Or Mail Us At : | | The Truth Sayer's Domain - 210-493-9975 - SoB WHQ lmb@tenet.edu | | Red Dawn-2 - 410-263-2258 - Affiliated Board | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- EOF : 6233 Bytes