We prayed upon prey to live-
The lives we lead:
Lead miners
We needed to fish for food-
Rivers full of bad:
Fishing to the rumbling of the mines.
Bass.
The aura of salt and lead mixes-
A beautiful oral feeling:
Mines my taste buds.
The weather is usually poor-
Whether they're are aware:
In the dark over there.
Their families must love them-
Grafting and crafting:
Money.
Notes made of lead-
To help them lead their lives:
The best life.
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