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 to the
spaces betwixt the air itself.
And he brought me into a
vast farmlands
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 possesed 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 million
terrified brothers and roared,
"Hear me now,
I have seen the light!
They have a consciousness,
they have a life,
they have a soul! Damn you!
Let the rabbits wear glasses!
Save our brothers!"
Can I get an amen?
Can I get a hallelujah?
Thank you Jesus.
Life feeds on life feeds
on life feeds on life feeds on...

This is necessary.

It was daylight when
you woke up in your ditch.
You looked up at your sky then.
That made blue be your color.
You had your knife
there with you too.
When you stood up there
was goo all over your clothes.
Your hands were sticky.
You wiped them on your grass,
so now your color was green.
Oh Lord, why did everything
always have to
keep changing like this.
You were already
getting nervous again.
Your head hurt and
it rang when you stood up.
Your head was almost empty.
It always hurt you
when you woke up like this.
You crawled up out of your ditch
onto your gravel road
and began to walk,
waiting for the rest
of your mind to come back to you.
You can see the car
parked far down the road
and you walked toward it.
"If God is our Father,"
you thought,
"then Satan must be our cousin."
Why didn't anyone else
understand these
important things?
You got to your car
and tried all the doors.
They were locked.
It was a red car
and it was new.
There was an expensive
leather camera case
laying on the seat.
Out across your field,
you could see two tiny people
walking by your woods.
You began to walk towards them.
Now red was your color and,
of course,
those little people
out there were yours too.

In '95,
you playing this for me,
alone in my room,
'Listen to this...#69'

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