Poem! Random rhyme

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You

You die,
You cry.
You take his hand,
Holding on to it as best as you can.
You rot away in the corner of hell,
Begging to the angle who fell.
You stand up, you break down,
You give your angles crown,
To Satan himself.

You speak,
You're weak.
But you don't care,
For as long as you have a soul to share.
With your closest friend and most loved lad,
With the one you will always remember and never forget.
With God himself.

You drop,
You sob,
Understanding that you are not who you used to be,
Understand that the person you fought for is not the person you see.
You try everything to make him return,
Obvious to the fire that will burn.
You.
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Random rhyme, I know. Hope you enjoyed!

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