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The Reverend Deadeye was struck down by an accident that could have sent him to the land of glory eternal...............but The Lord had another plan for the Reverend.

When the Reverend Deadeye was just a mere pup in the eyes of the lord, he was handlin' a rattle snake that turned and bit him smack in the eye. This act would have spelled the end for any normal man. However, instead of losing his life that day an Angel of the Lord took away the sight in his good eye and gave him a vision in his bad eye.

That vision told him to go forth and preach the gospel to the world. That's exactly what he would have done if he had been able to see more than four feet in front of his face. However, the Reverend still was able to devise a plan to get his message to each and every man and woman. That is exactly what he wants to bring to you today.

He took and old rusty beer can and transformed it into a microphone for shoutin'. He found other various boxes that could be used for stompin'. He picked up his resonating electro-fied guitar that he would soon use for strummin'. He thus has prepared himself to shout, stomp, and strum his way into every wicked heart that he could stumble himself into

Don't blame the reverend if he screams hellfire and damnation upon your soul. He doesn't know no better, and he only does it because he loves you. That's right, he cares for every goddamn one of you whether you're damned to hell or not. He might be screaming "turn or burn" but the good ol' Reverend knows where to find the Lord and intends to let everyone know. He told me were to find the Lord and I ain't been the same since.

You see it was not so long ago that the Reverend placed the coals of hellfire upon my soul. As his face began to redden, and his eye began to cross, he told me exactly where to find what I'd been looking for. He hollered at me and said "I found the Lord in the bottom of the bottle". That is exactly where each and everyone of you can find him as well, Amen.

The Reverend intends to let the whole world know that the straight and narrow road to redemption is getting stewed to the gills on corn squeezins'.

May the Lord Bless your sinnin' soul,
Deacon Jones
jones at hellfirerevival.com