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 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 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

This is necessary

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life