'we are not things' they cried, the fertile soils that held his seeds escaped his roots, each and every bride was yearning for flowers and trees and green but he'd given them no water; so they cried until they could no more, lambs made for ****** slaughter, they cried an ocean shore to shore and planted their own flowers, cared for them like newborns, they turned their petals into power and with a cry of 'we are people' killed him with their thorns.
based on Immortan Joe's 'breeders' from mad max: fury road