Good Luck Monsanto

my voice quakes with the gnashing of teeth, my breath sulfur and firey embers. beneath the weight of my powerful paws, the entire solar system strains and bruises. i shake with the force of a mighty wind, my ropes of fur spreading out and latching onto the plantation of the worlds on which i stand. and they constrict, and they choke out, and they kill off. i plague the system. my essence is satisfied; the purpose of my being.