Disgustipated

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 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

This is necessary

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on

This is necessary

This is necessary

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life

This is necessary

This is necessary

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on

This is necessary

This is necessary

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life

This is necessary

This is necessary

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on

This is necessary

This is necessary

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life

This is necessary

This is necessary

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on

This is necessary

This is necessary

Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life

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