These iron horses carry with them the sins of the cities of the East, barreling across God's pastures belching that hellish black smoke as they go. Every boxcar, every hopper, every tanker, every wheel and axle and coupler, each is a knife in the heart of our way of life. If we let this affront continue, surely we will all of us perish.
You have power; it comes from the Lord, as all power does. He expects you to use it as an agent of his will, the instrument of his vengeance and judgment. Go to the tracks, and wait.