And the angel of the Lord came unto me,
snatching me up from my
place of slumber,
and took me on high,
and higher still until we
moved in the spaces betwixt the air itself.
and he bore me unto a
vast farmland of our own midwest,
and as we descended cries of
impending doom rose from the soil.
one thousand, nay, a million
voices full of fear.
and terror possessed me then.
and I begged,
"Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?"
And the angel said unto me,
"These are the cries of the carrots,
the cries of the carrots.
You see, reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day
and to them it is the holocaust."
And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat
like the tears of one millions terrified brothers
and roared,
"Hear me now,
I have seen the light,
they have a consciousness,
woods
wiped
walking
walked
waited
impending
higher
harvest
hallelujah
itself
green
towards
hands
getting
tomorrow
yours
important
glasses
descended
grass
spaces
feeds
midwest
already
tried
everything
father
lying
drenched
daylight
satan
begged
ditch
maynard
betwixt
holocaust
course
things
cries
parked
possessed
carrots
sprang
sticky
place
anyone
those
empty
angel
brothers
nervous
field
again
locked
slumber
changing
farmland
crawled
reverend
screams
sweat
across
almost
camera
clothes
always
cousin
jesus
knife
leather
toward
light
little
looked
million
millions
necessary
moved
rabbits
roared
people
understand
snatching
voices
still
stood
expensive
tears
could
color
terrified
terror
thank
there
these
doors
began
consciousness
though
thousand
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