Overture for Clarinet and Organ

Now, there was an angel who had a sickle 
He came out from having it sharpened
When he came out, he ran into the angel
Who was in charge of tending the fire
Now this guy had work orders for the angel with the sickle
He told him that the grapes on Earth were ready
He said, take your sharp sickle and gather the ripe grapes 
That are hanging from the earth’s vine
So, that angel took his sickle and went across all the earth 
Swinging as he went
He gathered all the grapes and 
He threw all them grapes into the wine press 
That was built by God’s anger
All those grapes were trampled in the wine press and 
Blood flowed from it like a flood
As high as a man for 180 miles