I am a one-ton, armor plated; living breathing being I wade in streams all day; eat grass; and little else then one day my world was shattered by freakish two-legged beings wielding instruments of pain hell-bent on striking me down
a super-psyochotic need to make me and scream and bleed brought on solely by greed I only want to be free
if I had my way, I'd stomp you flat under my bulk or ram this horn you so crave into your fucking throat I'll topple the noisy creatures in which you flee but I'll never understand why you want me to die