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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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Rise my brothers rise!
Rise up until the other side meets their demise!
Let us take back what is rightfully ours!
Let us venture forth and unit Europes western powers!
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Oh sweet darkness I stand before you gazing into the black
Wondering if something is there; pouncing; ready to attack
I look into you as you look back with that somewhat soothing stare
Whispering to me 'you can come play with me...if you dare'
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</> Being led to fall, I follow the set path blindly
Covering a great distance on the gravel road I move lightly
Believing I would be safe and well kept
Not realizing I was the target, the one he was to intercept
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Over time friends die
Floating in the blue sky
Above mortal hearts and minds
Above souls of all kinds
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</></></></>Charging into the open battle field I carry my gun
Shooting and killing, I fight until the battle is won
Watching my friends dropp beside me as we push through the night
Stumbling over the carnage, trying to carry on this difficult fight
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Cutting my prize down into that powdery form, I prepare
Handling this process with extreme caution and intensive care
I can only dream of what will happen as I continue my work
Thinking about that strange sensation within me that will soon lurk
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</> Living my lie within myself, I have all that I need
Residing with you; my loved ones, in here I am free
Freed from all the suffering, freed from all the loss and the pain
Spending all my time wit you, in this world I am kept sane
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No one wanted to go to war
We Don't Know what were fighting for
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Upon entering the hallow space, I cannot help but feel battered and defected
Staring into the nothingness, wondering why my emotions remain scattered and uncollected
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Sprinting steadily towards the finish line I press on
Putting my will to the test, I’ve been moving since dawn
Running and striving along the dirt path, my legs ache
Begging for rest and recovery, it is certain death for all that’s at stake
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Nature is quite beautiful here
Here, I need not fear
For I have all of you
I possess natures blue here
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The flow of water runs down the stream
The night sky gleaming upon the currents of my dream
The sounds of nature fill the clean air
By the stream I am free of all despair
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Darkness empowers my lonely remains
My arms are tied by the devils chains
I rise along side the blackened moon
As one whole; perfectly in tune
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When feeling small with a battered resolve
My eyes explore the idols in which they revolve
My hands feel old gifts that have turned into tragedy
I sit in an empty kingdom of my pretend majesty
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Oh sweet darkness I call upon thee!
With open arms! Oh, will you take me?
Take me as I stand alone?
Swallow the pain I have known?
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The Best Poem Of Patrick Villareal

Cold War

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
Each with their own goal and vision to how this conflict ends
Each forgetting what they were to each other, that they were once friends
More than friends, brothers in fact, brothers ready to throw everything away
They fail to realize that soon, no one will take the day
No one will rise, no one will celebrate their needed war
Eventually leaving them to wonder, was it all worth fighting for?
It matters little now as a move is made, like moving up a brigade
Breaking those fragile and rusty chains, their resolves cannot be swayed

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Anastasia Newcombe 20 May 2019

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