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the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of
slumber. He took me on high, and higher still, until we moved in the
spaces betwixt the air itself. He took me to 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 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." I woke 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 soul! Damn
you, let the rabbits wear glasses! Can I get an Amen? Can I get a
hallelujah? Thank you, Jesus." |