Even Into The Suburbs Love Does Go Poem by Not Long Left

Follow me
Down the roads of uncertainty
take my hands
let our life lines intertwine
let our fates mate.

We will be the bodies
scattered across the warfield
beaten yet breathing
laying amongst
the dying and the dead.

We shall linger
untill the victorious
have drunk themselves numb
and lay asleep
upon the blood stained ground.

Then we shall rise
up into the hills of promise
And there on the wind swept
summit we shall
be delivered a child
wrapped in white
loving it without the need
to say a single word.

Will you come with me
will you.