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Hey Monsanto
HEY MONSANTO Hey Monsanto how much did you pay mother nature to look the other way? Did you stuff her purse full of dough to lobby God for GMO's? By splicing pesticides into grains you're poisioning the food chain. What harms insects harms humans too people are just like bugs to you. You program future seeds to die to control the food supply. There's famine in the seed you sow and hunger in the crops you grow. We can see the mutant strains invading through the fruited plains. You're the plague upon the crops and the blight that must be stopped. Your lawyers say farmers steal when winds blow your seeds on their fields. You'd sue the wind, sun and sky to control the food supply. Hey Monsanto don't you know you will reap just what you sow. Evil minds can only yield bitter fruits and barren fields. The winds of change are everywhere and storms of protest in the air. There will come a harvest time when you must pay for all your crimes.
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