Patrick Villareal Biography

The days go by as both sides are well aware
Anger fuming and plans brewing, their situation is beyond repair
The boys intensively await a move as their intellects collide
Beginning their hatred for one another, before the chains of war are untied
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Our family, My family, so broken and divided are we
So caught up with anger amongts ourselves, so much we cannot see
So focused on bitter disputes and drawn out battle lines
Still trying to achieve victory against these unbreakable vines
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</> The black void resides within me growing ever so strong
Refusing to abandon me, I've been it's home for so long
The black void is so cold and damp, it shows me little affection
It just consumes what is left of me like an unrelenting infection
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Bolting towards the open feilds trying to elude its grasp
Running wildly past the trees attempting to resist its painful clasp
Hoping it wont capture me as I race through the night
Carelessly leaving a trail; keeping me in its line of sight
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Carried into the world by your loving grace
I enter seeing the harmony upon your face
Feeling the joy as you held me so tight
I am yours, never to leave your sight
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