God has never been this tangible 
You will always have a hand to hold 
In the wasteland 
Here you can live forever 
Navy blue buttressed by a thousand smiles 
They cast the shadows we dance in 
They hold my hand to guide me through the styx 
Stagnant and real, all is revealed 
Get lost in the bit 
Navy blue, make yourself permanent 
She hovers over my head with virginal speed 
And a lust-heeled stillness speaks 
Like crooked fingers we comb the earth 
There's nothing left unturned, no one new to claim
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