My Immaculate Dream

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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. Can this false leader now reviled be made whole once again, or must a heart long defiled be destroyed with all his men? 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. And so my dearest love, should you ask me to renounce... my faith on God above and a 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. 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.