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 f*ck have you done?"
Numbers 31:13-18 Video (MV)
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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 f*ck have you done?"
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 f*ck have you done?"
Writer: James Foley, Thad Calabrese
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