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You're making me ill, you're making me ill and now i hear you're coming in for the kill the world will have to swallow a bitter pill if frankensteins science imposed its will dead rivers flow where no wild plants grow just herbice resistant GMO a saturated land, a devious plan a prototype emerges half cabbage half man world seed stock tanted by some small percent test sites next to organic farms no way back now, we gave no consent our choice was no matter the money was spent this is insane, you think of wealth gained until only a desert of mono-culture remains science plays god, us under the knife you dare talk to me about patents on life OUR LIVES! From Letras Mania