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My Immaculate Dream

  • Writer: Andre Lamartin
    Andre Lamartin
  • Feb 7
  • 9 min read

Updated: 54 minutes ago

Against so many mortal fears, always waging a timeless war, unforgiving were the years that only made me love you more. Never far away from view, even as the day gives way to night, is the remembrance of you as an Eternal Goddess of Divine Light. So immaculate was my dream, always empowering me to rise, only love can now redeem the living truth from morbid lies. For you my heart defied an enemy always so unjust, for whom no rules applied, never to deserve our trust. What words can now be spoken in defense of what is true when my heart has long been broken by a faith now meant for few?


Of the many who are called, only a few are chosen, multitudes are appalled by acts of sincere devotion. Those who so often revile the faithful who kneel down to pray are adamantly hostile to all the Bible ever has to say. Having absolutely no compunction for alleviating moral tensions, the road towards destruction is often paved with good intentions. False hopes that only fail to guide us along our way, our dreams dare assail, much to our dismay. Long fooled into believing perfection lies only up above, many are now receiving better guidance from true love. A great leader of yesterday that so much had to teach finally decided to betray the very truth he vied to preach.


Can this blind leader now reviled regain his vision once again, or must a heart long defiled be destroyed with all his men? Now deaf to the call of the many martyred today is this shepherd to all, having long lost his way. Persecuting me since youth because my love refused to die, first claiming to be the Truth he later became the greatest lie. But if loving eyes can never see, as the old song used to say, no man was ever free who lives only to die another day. Opposing the brutal slavery for which time always stands, eternal is the bravery that true love so commands. Speaking only for my muse, forever and always in her prime, true love cannot excuse the mortal tyranny of time.


If having the persistence to play our parts with skill, not even a great distance can our hearts in silence still. Never to dispose of the old teachings of youth, the defense of love always requires the truth. When great is the splendor of the memories we hold dear, emotional is the surrender of those who are sincere. The memory of a time when peace still reigned supreme reminds me of how sublime was my immaculate dream. All the beauty once cherished in memory lies awake, as my hopes never perished that my heart would never break. But if love exacts a price that true lovers must now pay, there is no greater sacrifice than the truth now to betray.


Always faithful to your beauty, as only love can set me free, it has long been my duty to answer your every plea. The very meaning of existence, as sworn under oath, is bridging the great distance now separating us both. But if only in a dream can this feeling see me through, is it ever too extreme to love a woman like I do? While my greatest ambition is our union not to deny, mortal is the opposition faced by a love that cannot die. While reasons having plenty to despise our God above, the envy of the many dares conspire against our love. Never to my shame that this truth be now disclosed, life is not a waiting game where love rules unopposed.


The greatest known impediment to a love that never dies is the envy of the decadent and their many abrasive lies. 'Tis so much easier to destroy than it ever was to create that embracing only joy elicits a venomous hate. So should we now decree our love to be publicly revealed, or should it only be at once privately concealed? Have the words of Christ become impossibly expensive for a world where all is priced and we are kept on the defensive? Tragically unkind in ways always so demeaning is the religion of the blind where love has lost its meaning. For the many still in search of a love that never lies, attending the local church has only proven to be unwise.


So much having sacrificed for a time that could not be, in a world where all is priced, only love has set me free. No past can imprison a heart to his love always true when my greatest ambition is being of service to you. Never to betray all the reasons we should kneel, we must first find a way to let ourselves heal. Being always so unkind to those it cannot console, the bondage of the mind so often destroys the soul. Even if the Apocalypse should find me in my prime, few are the relationships that survive the test of time. Faithful and true, as I shall always be, no one but you to my heart still holds the key. Reaching with great care for all the love stored deep inside, always heed the prayer of one long used to lead and guide.


By setting a personal example while playing countless roles, over the truth never trample, for it breathes life into our souls. Hypocrisy being an affliction that cripples the very weak, a life of principled conviction we should always seek. Now standing before mankind for all we ever are, one sincerely feels inclined to be true to every scar. Addressing every fear while declining to wear a mask, the price of being sincere we cannot refuse to ask. Never to be remiss regarding our final destination, a Heaven of eternal bliss eschews all heartless equivocation. The salvation of the soul, which all fears can allay, faithfully does console the select few unled astray. But never to have found a single priest to help me stand, corruption dares abound, as only darkness can command.


If only they could trust us that we believe in God above, there is no greater justice than defending our true love. While honoring your name is a great cause for joy, lies can only shame and our characters destroy. Sincere as we can be about what haunts us most, surely you must agree they have no reason to boast. While failing to provide the relief so many seek, who can now guide the gentle and the meek? That a salvation always bought should never be sold is a law for which we fought and now seek to uphold. The secret to persevere through trials so unforgiving is to face every fear without undue misgiving. The promise of eternal life, never to have been lightly made, is only befitting of a wife whose splendor dares never fade.


Though the Devil was seen as the original father of all lies, only for you my Queen did I embrace a love that never dies. As each and every nation bows before the reign of time, a righteous indignation can never be a crime. If all knees must bend before the always faithful and true, not every beginning has an end that only vies to start anew. The many secrets of a past that vehemently refuses to die have ourselves only harassed and our faith sought to deny. When by love we are inspired to go on fighting for the light, great patience is required to see us through the night. The love that now sustains a couple throughout the years is all that remains from all the blood, sweat and tears. This undying source of hope is bound to see us through, so long we learn to cope with the struggles meant for two.


Only to be treasonous if by love we were betrayed, the silence that unites us shall find us unafraid. Separated by a great distance, now imposed by God above, the real meaning of existence is to worship our true love. In a world of lies, where so little is proven true, no love ever dies that so highly speaks of you. The remembrance of a kiss that was never meant to be is not something to dismiss, as surely you must agree. So never hold your breath while expecting me to return, the cold embrace of Death could never make us burn. Always by your side, in memory and in deed, no man has ever died who never deserved to bleed. Challenging us in our prime to deem our work as done, the tragedy of serving time is that time serves no one. Finding solace in the notion that life never stands still, a world in constant motion always tests our will.


Now seizing the day while enjoying every moment, a rule to obey is to face time as our opponent. Honorably living for today while also planning for tomorrow is a blessing for which to pray without undue grief or sorrow. Always having hope in a future never to arrive is outside the scope of our struggle to survive. Life being a pursuit of meaning and a spiritual quest for beauty and truth, on ourselves always leaning are the immaculate dreams of youth. A love that never dies, being to ourselves always true, never betrays or lies and always sees us through. But having so miserably failed to help us along the way, the church from which we hailed our best interests did betray. Knowing where we stand under no false pretension, the truth must now command our full attention.


What motivates me to pursue verses that still rhyme if not a love always true that survives the test of time? True love is the only way leading us towards redemption, the reason so many pray and are judged without exemption. Much more than a dream, always destined to come true, no sacrifice is so extreme that will separate me from you. Longing only for the day when complete will be our joy, what loving heart can ever say that fear will all destroy? Immaculate is the dream that will see us through, now and forever to redeem not the many but the few. Rare as it may be to believe in what is true, very few can ever see what is long overdue. The reason great multitudes have long lost their way pertains to certain attitudes of the many still led astray.


As theology now conspires to set the record straight, myriad are the liars who succumbed before their hate. With no time to spend on the recalcitrant always sinning, having reached the end, we must return to the beginning. At the start of Creation, as man was first conceived, great was the elation with which he was received. As all of Heaven sang praise and glory in his name, life all around us sprang without a shred of shame. So great was the attention now lavished on the weak, great was the apprehension of those who dared to speak. If serving in Heaven was worse than reigning in Hell, this was a lesson that only great pain could foretell. Standing up to God while declaring a celestial war, a rebellion always flawed the divine chose to deplore.


As this conflict broke out, now vying to settle a score, great was the room for doubt created by a brutal war. If the pain of serving man could ever prove too great, all opposing God's plan were asked to meet their fate. The destruction of the soul by a mortally wounded pride was the newfound role over which they would preside. Those in search of riches and great fortunes to amass now heard the pitches of false kings who came to pass. Just as once requested by a loving God who cared for all, many would now be tested by the lost children of the Fall. Always so self-assured about the divine reasons for the war, for all the pain endured, they learned God's creature to abhor. Fallen from great heights, as the rebellious were now expelled, many were the nights when by vengeance they were compelled.


After Satan fell from grace and was violently cast down, much to our disgrace we were bound for a showdown. Would man ever know how to use free will, or would he stoop so low so as God's plan not to fulfill? As the rebellion of one inflamed the rebellion of all, the war was only won by those rising from the Fall. Paralyzing are the pains felt by all who still search for a redemption that remains the sole mission of the church. As a language only a few ever cared to understand, a love always true an atoning sacrifice did demand. Many were those who died hoping only to be free when all of Heaven cried for a war that had to be. So if a moment of silence can be taken at last, where is the guidance for all who have asked?


Standing by his side, teaching him to rejoice, who can ever guide man to make his choice? A false leader in disguise, known only by a few, wants us all to worship lies always so untrue. Being guided by the blind, striving only to deceive, is an offer to be declined by all who dare believe. What religious temple can salvation ever sell while the weak tremble before visions of Hell? Satan being the author of this tragic world view, never on offer is a love to ourselves always true. The struggle for power that consumes every man will viciously devour those opposed to God's plan. Having the foresight to know where we belong, always choose right over all that seems wrong. But where is the church, as this spiritual war is fought, where can we search for a love that cannot be bought?


By faith always bound while by love once set free, no church was ever found that the truth could help us see. And so my dearest love, should you ask me to renounce... my faith in God above and in the church we now denounce, always remember to be brave for cowards they all are, no souls can they save when preaching only from afar. Down in the trenches were the battles are daily fought, strong are the stenches of the corruption they still plot. Meant only for the meek, who should never toil in vain, is the justice we now seek for our many years of pain. Heaven being the home of peace and eternal bliss, every road leading to Rome is one we can dismiss. Against so many mortal fears, always waging a timeless war, unforgiving were the years that only made me love you more.

 
 
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