Sit at my soul

Gold mine, sit at my soul
Meat can evolve, burnt trees for the cold
Patience as great as the goal
In the shadow of the valley, seen death take stroll
It’s a toll what he taking
Sacred. Forsaken
Situation indoctrinates Satan
Saving saving grace for wealthy places
Pacing races.
Tied laces

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