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 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
 This is necessary
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 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
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 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
 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
 It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch
 You looked up at your sky and 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 you began to walk
 Waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you
 You could 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?
 When you got to your car, you 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