Precious

Precious are the children

Skin as white as snow

So precious

Just like pearls of milk

They are pure

They have not been touched

Those precious boys - firm and unspoiled

Beneath those cheeks, so precious - though it pains me

Though I will shake with sorrow - you will find throats, so precious

You will find what must be done

As for their mothers, weeping like a sow, know you that they will beg

Know you that they will promise

Know that you must refuse

For as the fathers, so the mothers, so the sons

We'll keep the girls as treasure

And we will take what's precious, and we will feed it to the land

So God comes back to Midea, takes one look around and She goes "Shit

Moses! What the fuck have you done?"