..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 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."