So there’s a place, the Angel’s know where
The creatures that crave your crops
Will swarm and storm that place
Their insatiable appetite to consume
Will leave nothing but rot and distaste

Thus this command, meant to point the way
Lest you leave yourself in a wretched state
Like the crops, you’ll be consumed and left to waste
Unless they turn away from their hate
Amen. So be it, just one command to obey