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 through the
Spaces 'betwixt the air itself. And he brought me unto a vast farmland of our
Own midwest. And as we decended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil.
One thousand, 'nay, a million voices, full of fear. And terror posessed me
Then. And I begged, "Angel Of The Lord, what are these totured screams?" and
The Angel said unto me, "These are the Cries Of The Carrots. The Cries Of The
Carrots, Y'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 a
Million terrified brothers. And, Lord, Hear me now, I have seen the light,
They have a conciousness, They have a life, They have a soul. Damn You! Let
The rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers
Can I get an amen? (baaaaaaaa)
Can I get a hallelujah? (baaaaaaaa)
Thank you Jesus.
This. Is. Necessary.
This. Is. Necessary.
Life. Feeds on life.
Feeds on life.
Feeds on life.
Feeds on This. Is. Necessary.