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Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Lord, I'll be your glorious steed, but hold fast to me.

I have been wrong and I have been evil,
my flesh has been weak and my spirit's been feeble.
I lie though I don't even mean to deceive,
but hold fast to me.

Snails ease pain and live off wastes excreted through the skin.  Their mucus makes the salt crystallize away from the body.  Fungus.  Agaricomycetes, other kinds, remediate the toxicity of the earth, provide some fuel.  Orange groves, but it's not like we don't ever get snow or frost.  We crochet tree blankets out of plarn.  

Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Lord, I'll be your glorious steed, but hold fast to me.

Pastor wells wants to be Joel Osteen.  He remembers the days of the Gospel Kings, when one preacher had half a dozen full, giant churches where his sermons broadcast on giant screens.  There are a few left, but every major area had one, and his goals were only that grand.  He couldn't keep himself out of what he wanted, not in Buelah-Si, not anywhere, and apparently, man had daemons.

You who's felt fire and you who's smelled brimstone
I hear you cryin' when you thought you were alone
and it doesn't matter what you believe,
hold fast to me.

Patches, flat red of utility rags, navy blue, olive, orange.  Light blue from other work clothes gone by.  Paint on the patches, mottoes, cats, birds, squirrels, whatever.  Sometimes you'd move a patch you loved from one garment to the next.  Foam clogs; rinse them in bleach twice a day.

Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Lord, I'll be your glorious steed, but hold fast to me.

When you were around those girls, you got strange calls, text messages.  

Some of us starving, some of use freezing,
some of us under batons getting beaten.
Lord, I know it would be easy to leave
hold fast to me.

Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Lord, I'll be your glorious steed, but hold fast to me.

By those gone before us our future's been spent,
and for those set above us, our backs are all bent
you said we should ask, and we would receive
So hold fast to me.

Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Hold to me, hold to me, hold fast to me.
Lord, I'll be your glorious steed, but hold fast to me.