Follow Me Poem by Zog Gascoigne

Follow me thy wounded soldier,
Body growing ever colder,
Down into Satin's pit,
For heinous crimes you did commit.

Follow me thy heavenly angel,
Out the reach of untold danger,
Off to Heaven we shall go,
For a lifetime of good deeds you have to show.

Follow me,
Come one, come all,
For when you cease to be,
You shall hear my call.

I am judgement,
I am Hope,
I am death and glory,
I am the reason for your story.