Mon Santos - My Saints

Gathered around the table they lay papers before the sacrament and the gathering is called to order. Around the table they go, each to reply as projections are cast on the future. The seed of thy seed has been good, exceeding all expectations of our last gathering here. Intoning "Our cup runneth over this day" the saints all smile at each other and their good works leading the flock to a new field. Taking that which is fallowed and increasing its worth over the cries of the sheep at being driven to service before them. The flock know not what is fed, but they hunger, nonetheless. My saints, thank the ultimate word, that nature's genetics are our profit and we own the rights to it, forseeably. Let us, their shepherds, guide them, for they are in need of our mastery. Have them mark the deeds we present, as legitimacy is confirmed to each, that we are truly the saints of god almighty and therefore entitled, as a legitimate multi-national corporation to possess and dispense the seeds of mother nature which we designed out of nothing for the good, as we see fit. Amen MonSantos, let it be my saints © Goode Guy 2012-07-15 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Food,_Inc. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Future_of_Food http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monsanto#As_plaintiff http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monsanto