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The Utmost For the Legacy

each of us gives in from a faithful friend, Watch through the beaten tower We give in way to soon... This Newest piece, "The utmost for his highest." covers all known bases to fuel the fan in look deeper in the reunion, sort of like a Flash Gordon experience throughout the torn message now sit back and reflect to the newest poetic message by Mario William Vitale... Fan the flame where here to explain love sought through fame Quatum leap through the oven torn peak begging for pan cakes soon; Stare out my window to explore... Flush out the order fill up to snuggle prepare yourself for the worst the more important thing a take we learned all over again Pizza torn message that tire out the window love is scented by each message Billy Joel made it simple in his Italian restaurant song Filter through a bald man within a cage love is certain... love that clings to life love through ancient spite cloak and dagger shorts left on the blade on a new tooth bothered breath in stronger compass to be fond of blown in the wind shape through the window some sort of a dream The delicous cake batter, complain about the great here after a seed of common cold let the truth be told Within the basement gear lucky is the man who used to know we are given one chance at this game toward life shallow speaks...sprung a leak enough of a chasen given thanks for a good between come this way blocked in the wind scream at the distant rise a puzzle in your eyes... How ever long the journey captivated by a smile Bob Barker has his pets spayed or nuetered Run to the hill ! black eyed peas a solution to it's make believe we spend too much time blinded from the newest glow worm tresured pure melody down on its shallow peak keep your distant from a beep when your hunting you got game to peak not having you in my arms is not driving me insane something open by the cabin unfold... some are faced with sadness something tall. let me feel the pain down at shallows peak brace your seat a place of crisp tart fries thank God I'm alive worry thrown in tearful eyes pardoning the fly's bring your self far from the lies... God in his supremacy come on sit right next to me the closed torn degree living in a land of make believe my head is tired my heart was stained love was simple colored & vain through the river shun each pain Shallow Peak... my work right here is costly insane our mission is provided look on as your eyes flicker know from deeper desire you little piece of ! A sworn intention we missed the hit shade return down the cliff love was made a new days scream certain nursed factor stretched on it's horn paralyzed from a gun out of sheer sadness you brought us to the cabin go down through New Britain a pardon in the midst of things you look deeper closed off from society the mighty tenth degree Suddenly, A place of future seed lift high the rivers scene comfort in the trees fair skin in the common wealth of certain pain I climbed through the trees nature wallows through the breeze building upon my legacy some have been born out of the make believe Naked, said I below the bees my love will even swoon think a head of the pain all along the watch tower eyes that capture the saga to its scene Smell it in the air a word of ancient care beside the current web sought through a bon fire ever so will fit together desiring twice the savor wallow in the caged breeze never could do enough sharpen your pencil with us we are out in the woods what are we passionate to do the legacy with its trail jumbo timbers like this in the cold of night we torn from logic into spite open sex in spot of an angle rush throughout each thought night club, casino & desire the narrow approach upon its desire "Every Rose Has A Thorn"...

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