In Search of Lost Time

How tragic a delicate flower should not outlive its finest hour. Why must beauty always die, while it longs to come alive? Those who say pride was the original sin have only denied that Envy lies within. Striving to destroy the object of its desire, Envy has no greater joy than crowning a liar. But if memory could recall a time before the Fall, would there ever be... a love once so carefree? Bright are the colors of star-crossed lovers always destined to stay... so close but far away. If for the price of fame a lover must atone, the burden of her name is always living life alone. But does she still believe true love does not deceive those condemned to wait just to meet their fate? A flower forced to smile while in so much pain is always dressed in style to solidify her reign. The same love inspiring so much song and dance is always aspiring for a second chance. Time of all enemies... is the most fearsome one of all, imposing undue penalties that can force a man to crawl. Against Time waging a war that impatience can only deplore, what can now be said of the innocence already bled? Does Envy not precede the pride before the Fall in ways you must concede has only hurt us all? Silence has more to say than eloquence ever agrees; the true meaning of this day only love can ever seize. So much there is to learn that should be of great concern, our hearts must now be open to the truth so rarely spoken. That men should always strive to tame and to destroy a love meant to stay alive as a boundless source of joy can only be the cause of undying consternation, breaking all the laws that justify Creation. That innocence once lost can never be regained may simply exhaust those by Time once so profaned. Only a flowering good taste is ever fully prepared to wait for the right moment to avow... a world alive only for now. Against Time still competing while vying to survive, beauty is always fleeting while the flower remains alive. Certain as the sun can only rise to daily fall, the Death that comes to one also comes to all. A tragedy so ill-fated we should strive always to avoid is that beauty should be created only to be destroyed. Not even Eden offered safety for the rebelliously hasty, living in atavistic disrepute for having eaten the forbidden fruit. Haunted by tragic questions, cryptically disguised as subliminal suggestions, the valiant vie to find the Truth by God enshrined, a spiritual journey only to begin with the most sincere repentance of sin, a cleansing of the soul only the pious to console. Eschewing all effrontery for the most sincere humility, this journey of self-discovery embraces a divine nobility. A heart that rarely breaks, always adamant in its resolve, atones for our mistakes as only love can absolve. Knowing where to begin this redemptive journey of spiritual salvation, only by first acknowledging our sin can we atone for all eternal damnation. Amid the endless strife of a world so riven by merciless doubt, finding the precise meaning of life is the purview of the most devout. Of the many questions asked, pertaining to life and death, none should ever outlast our untimely final breath. What is the divine meaning of a salvation still at hand when a pride so overweening strives the future to command? How long must the old attempt to desecrate the young amid a world so cold our stories remain unsung? Despite all infernal dissension, can humility guide our way towards the heavenly ascension of a more peaceful and prosperous day? As this epic journey of salvation becomes a redemptive spiritual quest, is the troubled fate of a nation simply to torment the oppressed, or are these the final days when justice no longer betrays those always tragically suited to be so endlessly persecuted? No vain hope of redemption, nor the solace of mere kindness, ascribes true meaning to salvation if even love is blindness. Never reigning from above with a faith always to be denied, no religion devoid of love can salvation ever provide. If to ourselves being honest, there can be no greater fight than for a redemption once promised to all who embrace the light. As every major decision was always taken in stride, no clarity of vision did arrogance ever provide. While the morally depraved pose as men of great renown, of all souls only the saved are tragically hunted down. Who should abstain from defending their self-worth when unrelenting is the pain of those persecuted still from birth? Is it the purview of a fool to discount the experience of the wise, or should virtue always rule and sin not spell our own demise? Questions that never cease to compromise our peace cannot so easily ignore the many lessons of war. While refusing to embrace a venal life bereft of hope, only divine grace can inspire us to cope. Being self-righteously mendacious in a world still plagued by violence, even the most spitefully loquacious have learned to value silence. When life becomes a solitary search for answers still longing to be found, what remains of the Church where grace and love should abound? Ennui being a crime against the reign of time, can God please now respond to all who have been conned? Vying to overcome a plethora of Biblical mistranslations, teachings never to succumb shake our very spiritual foundations. When spiritual is the war for a forgiveness to implore, the faithful should decide by the Bible to abide. While ample is the latitude ascribed to those who teach, the most dignifying attitude is to practice what we preach. Hypocrisy has a way of undermining our day when words bear a meaning always so demeaning to the strong and to the brave whose transgressions God forgave. Being evermore contrite about a love never to betray, the reasons for which to fight on faithful shoulders ponderously weigh. In a world of pledges, where so much is up for sale, only innocence alleges good must now prevail. While living by the Word is the least a man can do, a Gospel so rarely heard is embraced only by a few. Still preached around the globe, to each and every nation, what everlasting hope safeguards our spiritual salvation? If only silence offers solace for those still seeking spiritual release, no man is entirely lawless who dies only to live in peace. Satisfying our heart's desire for the most intimate spiritual understanding, cathartic words require of all commitments the most demanding. A world where the weak are allowed to oppress the strong only silences our right to speak about the place where we belong. If citizenship in Heaven becomes a recalcitrant obsession, the destruction of the soul, and all this entails, can never be the goal of a religion where love prevails. But when love is an illusion conjured solely to seduce free will, great is the confusion that our dreams cannot fulfill. The heartless competition that man has chosen to embrace led him only to perdition and endless disgrace. Cardinal are the deadly sins, the foundations over which man has built a fallen world that always spins the truth to assuage its guilt. In a world this depraved, a man must learn to respect what it means to be saved, what it means to be an Elect. Never to forsake our hope in divine redemption is a task to undertake without delay or exemption. In a fallen world drawn in deceptive shades of gray, to long for a new dawn is to embrace a new day. Having a past to be remembered before he can finally repent, no man has surrendered who vies for a heavenly ascent. While striving in contention against a world of discontent, all who seek redemption before pain cannot relent. As the greatest act of contrition and the means to every end, amid a spiritual war of attrition, true love we must defend. Those who cannot love will the Gospel never understand, as the Truth delivered from above is well beyond their command. While so many find it wise to ravenously feast on a banquet of lies, there seems to be little distinction between eternal life and human extinction. When self-destruction is encoded within the hearts of the least devoted, evil can only prevail over the weak and most tragically frail. Considerable is the derision of choices made without provision for what it means to set alight... the darkness of an impenetrable night. The wisdom of the many, so often to oppress the few, preaches that in a world of plenty each man gets what he is due. As the justice served to one should be the justice served to all, this equanimity comes undone when refusing to heed the call. Always from afar, contemplating what lies beyond, summoned as many are, only a few care to respond. An intellect of vorpal sharpness, never to confuse light and darkness, defends both the strong and the frail as the Holy Spirit intercedes in our avail. While myriad are the voices always demanding to be heard, myriad are the choices never to be deferred. All meaningful personal advice, so deeply to have troubled the bold, a halcyon sleep dared sacrifice before the burning questions of old. Quandaries now reviled, for all the pain they always bring, never afflicted the child over his domains to rule as king. As a master of his soul, still unbowed before the pain, a believer dares extol a faith never to be slain. Celestial is the providence to our rescue bound to come, bearing a divine consonance with dreams never to succumb. Abandoning the illusion that no help is on the way is a foregone conclusion for those who still pray. Supplicating the divine, a believer must hold dear... an Eternity so spiritually condign it allays each and every fear. While the troubles of this day have only seemingly arrived to stay, a true faith that never dies is what empowers us to rise. Perhaps the most heinous crime, for all now fallen from grace, is to forsake the manifold lessons of time... while the divine trying to debase. As destiny now demands not to be treated with uncaring disdain, what life now commands is a profound journey down memory lane. When by faith one is guided not to hide behind a mask, answers are only provided to those who dare to ask. Inquisitive by design are the faithful who answers seek, in defiance of a shrine inimical to the gentle and the meek. Searching one's soul while deigning so much to explain, a believer's main goal should be addressing his pain. Questions posed to destroy a hatred that should never be cannot help but to employ the courage to set us free. Returning to the garden from which man was forced to leave, our hearts can only harden if no other joy can we conceive. When a freedom so unbridled offered absolutely no reprieval, who was ever entitled to eat from the Tree of Good and Evil? Being present in the moment while considering what lies beyond, accusing our greatest opponent are all who have been wronged. Charges now laid down by a king without a crown set the stage for a revolution meant to unleash all retribution. If a judgement always flawed is where our disgrace began, how can the Laws of God be less just than the laws of man? The forbidden fruit once eaten that could Adam only weaken served only to lead astray those who dared the Lord betray. Finding solace in the realization that great is the beauty of Creation, little of Eden now remains as we strive to conquer new domains. With a flower now in hand, what can beauty ever convey, hoping so much to understand that might enlighten our way? If eternalizing the sublime so often seems out of reach, while vying against time what can a flower hope to teach? Before silently passing away, what every flower hopes to convey is that true beauty never dies... so long Eternity we strive to prize. Amid a journey of self-discovery, where the lost long only to be found, the most unacceptable skullduggery is our faith insidiously to confound. Setting the spirit free by seeing well beyond today, what Christianity can there be, lest true love should guide the way? A love never to conceal what only light can reveal is seen always from afar... as the truth to be our lodestar. Love offers guidance for those who seize the day because our worldly abidance can ourselves only betray. A daily hectic routine, leaving so much to be desired, can only truly demean a life by love inspired. Rarely losing one's composure, while living to fight another day, those in search of closure against time should not inveigh. All despair setting aside, as a divine hope we vie to hail, the turning of the tide cannot a majestic love itself curtail. A love that all survives commands the pious never to relent, as the secret to saving lives cannot be the reason for lament. Showing great restraint before a pain always to unnerve, those who suffer without complaint should only get what they deserve. Never living blithely while redemption striving to preach, words are chosen wisely as only faith can ever beseech. Salvation lies at hand for those who truly understand... that time is of the essence in a world so dark and cold... where silent acquiescence is so often bought and sold. Neverending are the troubles of pain never to subside, while many are the struggles aiming always to divide. As our faith is tested by trials that never seem to end, a truth often so detested has a cause yet to defend. Love is the only way to ever so divinely redeem a time never to betray our sacred right to dream. Though undying patience is required from all who dare believe, no man being divinely inspired can the truth ever misperceive. Only to entrust us with a redemption to aspire, the eternal thirst for justice great perseverance does require. Unrelenting is the quest to fight for a brighter day, while truly feeling blessed that we have found our way. The search for a lost time, filled with joy in every season, can never be a crime entirely devoid of rhyme and reason. As neurons incandescently fire, and synapses carry the spark, surviving memories only inspire us to illuminate the dark. Though memory does betray a love still refusing to be effaced, the remembrance of a brighter day cannot by hardship be disgraced. Never with impunity can liberating memories be constrained when seeking the opportunity to live from lies unchained. As memories vie to linger of a life story once so bold, the legend of the Lightbringer still remains untold. Over his fears to adamantly reign, while valiantly spoiling for a fight, despite so many days imbued with pain, still lives a majestic warrior of eternal light. This most resplendent monarch fought for a love so pure and true, after lighting up the dark, a war of vilification could only ensue. Falsely accused of being the Devil, the very first angel ever fallen from grace, only in the Truth to majestically revel does Lightbringer vow his name to emplace. Never to be overcome by the tragic darkness of this land, the Truth known only by some was his whole life to command. Attempting to settle a score through a cataclysmic celestial war, a new rebellion had to be quelled as a divine order was now upheld. Against the Envy of the wicked, always unbecoming of a friend, Lightbringer remains committed to keep fighting until the end. Defending all he loves most with the entirety of his infinite soul is a feat no one else can boast nor defiantly dare extol. But those who yearn for protection from a war so flagrantly cruel should learn that the meaning of abjection is only becoming of a fool. As countless are the souls destroyed by a war that never seems to end, an atrocious mistake to avoid is embracing all we cannot defend. Waging a titanic spiritual war without no true end in sight is not an adversity to ignore or to wantonly incite. This was a time of grievous tribulation, affecting even the far recesses of all known Creation, but if one can be excused from being always so falsely accused, then perhaps we can entertain the true reasons behind our pain. So many are the lessons, bequeathed to us by the Heavens, that much still remains to be learned, as divine justice cannot be spurned. To obliterate every fear and empower us to see always be sincere: only the Truth can set us free. What history may now teach, as a matter of great concern, is something for which to reach along a journey of no return. Surveying now the past can always be of great avail because the experience amassed only impels justice to prevail. As hardship paves the way, and pain encourages us to quit, the price we must pay only compels us to commit. Troubled were the years when faith and bravery made a stand against ever mounting fears never given the upper hand. Always striving to defend the only truth to set us free, there is ample cause yet to commend those who far can see. Peering into the distance, searching for obstacles along the way, unswerving is the persistence of those fighting for a brighter day. When the time arrives for our enemies to defeat, think of all the lives now spared from all deceit. Never to discount the reasons so many pray, only faith can surmount all the lies along the way. Indomitable is the courage always required to see us through a war only to encourage fighting for what is true. Great faith is expected from those never to deny that always to be protected, true love must never die. That every new morning brings with itself a new day is a sacred warning that all fears can allay. Never losing hope in a future always bright lies within the scope of this most dignifying fight. Until won is the spiritual war that our fates so divinely sealed, bravery once swore never again to leave the battlefield. So the pious can be saved from a world by lies enslaved, the Gospel is a sacred weapon destined to outlive Armageddon. Already preached to every nation, this celestial saga of spiritual salvation justifies both the means and the ends of a divine love that all transcends. Traversing distant oceans, while by earthly fears being unbound, this highest of all emotions will the faithless only astound. When Hell is a stark reality, so often disparaged at will, ignored is the mortality of those living only for the kill. That every man should die, while so few should really live, is a lesson never to belie... a faith always daring to forgive. But when clemency is untenable, imparting a rectitude evermore demanding would be appreciably more amenable for men of Biblical understanding. Having one day vowed to oppose the arrogance of the proud, sometimes we must destroy all who conspire against our joy. Swarmed on all sides by the Envy of evil men, only faith now decides whether to do battle once again. Before the Envy of the wicked, to our mortification still committed, a war cry always to remember is never to so cravenly surrender. In a world of lies, where sincerity is met with pain, our hope only dies when our lives are lived in vain. Never to relinquish the radiant dreams of a halcyon youth, clearly one must distinguish blatant lies from the God-given truth. While those desirous of peace must first prepare for war, there is no greater caprice than Eternity to deplore. Not all a contrite heart sees can the mind ever so easily understand, as men brought down to their knees only clemency dare demand. When all of life is reduced to a spiritual war of attrition, never to be seduced are those of true religious conviction. An adamant piousness, unbecoming of a world of violence, explains the happiness of one whose life has only begun. Forgiveness comes to all who ever so timely repent, reversing the fall despite eons of discontent. Since time is of the essence and great patience must be shown, faith is the quintessence of the only love to all atone. Seeing a sacred light where only darkness before could fare, those of unparalleled might have no reason to despair. The purity of heart that glorifies this day has only driven apart those who time betray. While vying to survive against so many enemies to defy, only by first being alive can a warrior ever truly die. So much there is in life always standing in our way, the struggles of daily strife are only here to stay. But no Paradise is lost that was never found, having paid the cost of a redemption still uncrowned. The price one has to pay for the many sins of the past cannot uncaringly dismay a divine love to forever last. If one does not renounce before days imbued with pain, a faith never to denounce is never lived in vain. While the tragedy of the Fall so much darkness can portend, hope comes to all whom the past and present dare transcend. Believing in a faultless God, while in search of divine direction, is forbidden and outlawed by those never striving towards perfection. Still vying to be perfect, as our Heavenly Father is so worshipped, a believer strives to remember days and nights of eternal splendor. Though lost is the time when happiness never seemed to end, living for the sublime remains something to contend. The courage to persevere is a conviction to revere by fate if not design, always true to the divine. Faith in the eternal requires the most sincere belief that embracing the infernal never brings any relief. Of the many lessons learned by all the parties now concerned, only the most devout have vanquished each and every doubt. Defending what is true as a guiding principle to pursue, never reneging on his code a warrior bears a heavy load. Always well aware of the power of divine prayer are those whose faith is tested by interests always vested. Divinely being inspired by a sublime hope to convey, great courage is required by those who lead the way. Facing a mindless torment that forever seems to last, tis time to repent the myriad sins of the past. As a price we all must pay for a time we cannot borrow, only those who forgive today can be also forgiven tomorrow. Expiation always requires the most sincere belief that faith never expires while love is our motif. Since the calm before the storm is deceiving in every way, sadly we must conform to the transient beauty of this day. While every fleeting moment never outlives the reign of time, an unforgiving opponent rejects Eternity as sublime. Living only for the present, despite all the tragedy this entails, was unmeant to be pleasant by a future that all assails. Many are the struggles our faith cannot disown, as daily are the troubles always faced alone. Never to despair we can no longer cope, of pain we have our share vying against all hope. But what is a man to do, when being part of a select few, he always strives to believe he should never himself deceive? A faith that all surmounts only love can ever save, as time so dearly accounts for all whom God forgave. Of the many always tested well beyond belief, only a few have attested ample cause for due relief. As man strives to rise from the depths of his disgrace, the truth to end all lies one cannot efface. The divine defense of love, never to be lost in time, must rise well above of all concerns the most sublime. Deeply in the faith so immersed, knowing our spirits can never die, of all priorities the first, love even death dares defy. So lest we should forget how majestic life can be, a man must aid and abet the struggle to set him free. The future always forging despite the many injuries once sustained, a pious man is always searching for the real reasons behind his pain. As iniquity vies to outlast the tortured memories of a sacred past, only a faith divinely ordained heals a pain never to be feigned. When trying to remember so many days of eternal splendor, the pious must not forget how by Envy we are beset. Effacing one's memory is of all righteousness a penury, a penalty so often applied to the many so unjustly denied. A love always certain that solitude is not a burden should never be borne alone as the greatest truth ever known. The salvation of the soul, once promised by the Messiah, can barely console one mistreated as a pariah. Though isolation primes the faithful never to relent, being always grateful for our divine ascent, how can one atone for sins he cannot recall, while living life alone, while striving to rise from the Fall? Adamant is the courage of those vying only to remember because life cannot discourage those never to surrender. Amid a dark spiritual war where severely tested is every sense, one can only deplore those living under a false pretense. The road to perdition that has so many led astray is paved only by ambition and blinding decay. Never to sacrifice his soul, as true love so commands, a warrior plays his role and fights for what he stands. There can be no surrender for a brave and fearless contender whose bright unquenchable might incandescently sets the world alight. To spare us from damnation the means must justify the ends of a journey of salvation that divine love so commends. Answering a celestial call for eternal peace at long last, one must exorcise all the inveterate enemies of the past. Many are the penalties applied to a love that all transcends if the love for our enemies undermines the love for our friends. Illuminating the Heavens, as only the pious may recount, many are the lessons of the Sermon on the Mount. Teaching us how to live amid the demonically possessed, we must strive now to forgive at God's own divine behest. Having grown dependent on lies that all efface, only the unrepentant are untouched by God's grace. Rejecting all absolution with unrequited pride, the meaning of persecution was never set aside. Being hunted down for staying true to his ideals, a lion of great renown bravely opens the seven seals. Until the seven trumpets sound, announcing the end still to come, no man is forever bound to accept all he has become. As justice is rarely swift in what lives it may condignly take, resilience is a gift the faithful should not forsake. If these words seem confusing, for those still bound on accusing, remember the only truth to set us free is the one very few can see. By way of confession, after so many trials becoming inured, a man dedicates to Heaven all the hardship he endured. For those who still entrust us to win the spiritual war, celestial is the justice to settle the final score. But as we reach the end, we should return to the beginning, never to pretend we are all beyond sinning. While Pride tells the story of a rebellion against the Lord, man's greatest vainglory was never fully embracing discord. Only time will tell whether those currently deserving of Hell will ever learn to repent just in time for a heavenly ascent. Searing are the scars of pain never to appraise as God only mars in the most mysterious ways. Having so direly embraced the Tree of Good and Evil, man was so tragically enlaced by all the ensuing upheaval. While so many already burn living only for the kill, will man ever learn how to use free will? Does every tragic end a new beginning dare portend, or is the Book of Revelation the final chapter of Creation? Despite a world so hostile teaching us never to forgive, the myriad lessons of the Gospel always guide us on how to live. Many were the men of great spiritual renown who fought for every amen while never backing down. The Bible is replete with examples now set in stone of men whose greatest feat was a love that all atones. Never standing still, while having a destiny to fulfill, St. Paul was certainly one who loved both the Father and the Son. Having now paid the price of injustices always rife, great was the advice that such order brought to life. Paul's love knew no bounds when spiritual was the war because where sin abounds, grace abounds more. Never so ashamed, as his faith was so proclaimed, not even prison could destroy a man so full of joy. Relentless was the persecution leading to his untimely execution, though his boundless love for Christ was never to be sacrificed. His epistles only captured teachings by love always so enraptured, bringing the light of understanding to the many tired of pretending. Following a divine plan never surcease of grief, righteous is the man who lives and dies by his beliefs. The time has now arrived when those of hope deprived must find the courage to believe we cannot ourselves deceive. Hypocrisy is a burden the faithful should never bear, always being certain there is no reason to despair. The pains of yesterday still have so much to teach because there is a price to pay for all who dare to preach. Untrammelled is the way for humility never to dismay, while pride exacts a price only paid by human vice. From the cradle to the grave, as the lost have now been found, only the able and the brave still attempt to stand their ground. Death is the greatest lie with time always to connive because the soul can never die while our faith remains alive. Of sleep being deprived, having ample reason to desist, a new hope has arrived with the inspiration to persist. Never backing down with a courage of world renown, an indomitable warrior is set to prevail over a darkness so cruel and pale. Persevering through pain that never seems to cease, cowardice is the bane of those always seeking peace. Believing that tomorrow can be an improvement on today, no field is so forever fallow that our dreams it should betray. One can only pray for a more auspicious fate than hardship to lead the way of pain never to abate. Day after day, as time keeps marching on, who dares survey an era now bygone? The morrow never cries for dreams that should not be when a man so bravely dies only to be set free. Those who recall the past are bound never to forget why the first must be the last to wallow in endless regret. Dear memories of the day when we were free to disobey spoke only of a desire against ourselves never to conspire. As spiritual salvation is meant only for a few, to the divine God of Creation always be true. Unforgiving is the impiety of always living life ashamed, lest solitude be the best society, as Milton once so proclaimed. Whether the mind has its own place... for eternal salvation or everlasting disgrace, can Heaven really be made into Hell, as only the mind can ever compel? While mental is the confusion leaving so much in disarray, the burden of seclusion only faith dares defray. Never being alone in our desire to atone, always lying to another is no way to treat a brother. When living by the Word is only deemed to be absurd, who dares true love deflower as we reach the final hour? Vying to seize the day entirely devoid of any invective, valiance has much to say about this divine new perspective. The redemption that comes to one never truly comes to all, as only by a few the race is won, as only a few answered the call. For those never receptive of the truth to set us free, time is more deceptive than most would dare agree. Lest the future should lament for a lack of religious zeal, the present cannot assent to all the past dares conceal. A litany of memories flowing down the centuries can great meaning only convey if now finally given a say. Leaving no time for lies, as the truth so tragically disguised, a man must now proclaim the real meaning behind his name. Bringing light into this world, as so many mysteries are unfurled, a believer has learned to see how only the truth can set us free. Will silence ever protect God's carefully chosen Elect from persecution always finding a way to hatefully undermine our day? Even when impetuously harassed by the forlorn enemies of the past, never should one vilipend a divine love always called to defend. For those who believe in destiny, as a consequence of divine providence, there can be no more deceptive ecstasy than poverty disguised as opulence. False appearances can be deceiving for all set on believing our eyes have never lied about all the beauty carried inside. Respecting a divine authority, so much greater than oneself, is the purview of a select minority who understand the meaning of Hell. Wise is the man never taken for a fool who lives by a divine plan over his life to always rule. Accepting our limitations while preaching to all nations, only religion strives to provide a hope never to be denied. While true faith defending from a world so lying and cruel, one gets tired of pretending that love can be taught in school. The eternal language of love that so many cannot speak must rise well above the Envy of the faithless and the weak. Only clarity of vision makes all due provision for the enemies along the way our faith always trying to gainsay. Against Envy that only commands a sinner to all destroy, we must make our final stand to safeguard our future joy. Knowing how to cope with the strictures of troubled years is what brings everlasting hope to allay all mounting fears. Enjoying only the present, while being mindful of the past, no memory is so unpleasant that it can forever last. Always refusing to deceive those who in God believe, only the pious remain devout, divesting ourselves of any doubt. So many are the questions that must be answered still, few are the suggestions that conspire against free will. When all is said and done by God's own favorite Son, true love will finally prevail over a death so cold and pale. Only those once left behind should complain of being blind to a truth so hard to see only love can set us free. Never living for a tomorrow so much better than today, great is the sorrow of those who lost their way. Hope should never die even if arrogance may defy the search for a lost time when loving memories vied to rhyme. As the epic tales of yore have so gracefully aged, spiritual is the war defiantly being waged. Amid fields of destruction replete with so much corruption, a man must strive to embrace the joy of divine grace. If religion holds the key of the Truth to set us free, unbelief is but a crime against the reign of Time. Though only to endeavor this day of reckoning to avert, no man has forever before he can finally convert. Blindness is a curse only made so tragically worse by those who refuse to see all that can set us free. Never allowing the blind to lead us from behind, leadership requires a vision to see past all derision. The workplace is a battleground for all who still believe the lost can only be found if the truth we can perceive. Though many are the crimes committed only for a fee, many are the times when a man refuses to see that no career can excuse those who all abuse, embracing a blind ambition offering absolutely no contrition. To all the many things that money always buys attached are the strings to what deceives the eyes. Only a few ever dared to so valiantly disagree when our vision was impaired by those who could not see. Time only prevails over those who disbelieve, as faith never fails when eternal is our reprieve. Precious are the minutes, always passing us by, when distant are the limits we must vie to descry. Now learning to contemplate the majestic horizon of time is the indomitable fate of all who value their prime. Never to lament for a time so bravely spent, only a prisoner of the past is by the future so harassed. Entirely losing oneself while travelling back in time is a tragedy in itself when faith is but a crime. Always liable to find out the eternal price of sowing doubt are all who stand to gain from unnecessary pain. Time only forgives those whose faith outlives the passage of troubled years and so many unvanquished fears. As faith is the greatest weapon anyone can conceive, Eternity always beckons those who in God believe. Divine is the light incandescently shining bright when alone and in the dark a warrior strives to leave his mark. The price one has to pay for capital sins along the way is the eternal damnation of those who conspire against Creation, always trying to rejoice with every unforgiving choice. Unless a heart so callous is blindly wounded by pride, there can be no malice where true faith dares abide. If only light ever prevails over a darkness that all assails, only faith can overcome enemies vying never to succumb. Against a vile deceiver instilling only fear, true is the believer always bound to persevere. On the divine always leaning in search of everlasting meaning, there is much that can be said about the living and the dead. The Holy Bible was written so man could finally understand a celestial truth never to be hidden that divine love so commands. Amid a world of lies where unheard are silent cries, salvation comes to all who dare rise from the fall. There is no greater blunder than allowing hope to be torn asunder by disbelief so utterly cruel over our lives it should never rule. Allowing a mistake to define whom we really are is only to forsake a redemption so near but far. Learning how to cope with an everlasting hope, man longs only for the day when he will finally have his say. Unspoken was the corruption of leaders beholden only to a few, while vile was the disruption wrought on all believers true. When hypocrisy paved the way of faith only to dismay, the pious had to fight against darkness posed as light. While unrelenting pain expects us only to renounce, hope is never slain when God's victory we can pronounce. For all who dared survey a past still bleeding to this day, a more auspicious tomorrow can never drown in sorrow. There can only be relief if greater hope is found, eschewing all disbelief on a truth always so profound. Of the many lessons learned whose price was paid in blood, to a past we have returned where abstergent was the flood. When great was the destruction of so much that should not be, silent was the corruption having no right to disagree. Only finding solace where divine love dares abound, a Law so heavenly flawless helped the lost to be found. As a refuge for the weary never to be set aside, the Bible answered every query, always striving to lead and guide. While vast is the ocean that still can never stand, few are the chosen for a redemption still at hand. As time so demanded we should vanquish any doubt, seeds were once planted so one day they could sprout. Unforgiving were the years, bound never to relent, as many were the tears shed without consent. Only humility can understand that great patience is required to fight for where we stand when by God we are inspired. Though always devout one strives to become, so an ocean of doubt can now be overcome, never does life stand still, incessant is the battle of will, as past and present collide with the turning of the tide. Second is the chance meant to redeem us for the first, a once rebellious stance leading to a war once so accursed. What is one to do when the old rejects the new, when the heroes of the past are as villains now recast? Always learn to listen before knowing what to say, petals born to glisten should never time betray. The dreams of the past once bound to forever last will always come true, if only for a few. As the struggle for power never seems to abate, close is the hour when our paths will be made straight. So is it time to overrule an entire generation, so as not to be cruel to the future of a nation? Always carrying the seeds of a bleak future devoid of joy, blind arrogance only leads a great nation to self-destroy. While humility dearly primed what reason had to say, arrogance led the blind to go their separate way. When politics is profanely dressed as a blasphemous religion never to be blessed, must the venal dispute for power countless souls eternally devour, or should a love so pure and true be the saving grace so long overdue? Dire are the straits that fate so unreasonably creates when our own good is so easily misunderstood. Only a defeated common sense lives under the false pretense that much one stands to gain from unnecessary pain. To sway a desperate heart one must strive to look the part of one commanding great respect from a world so few reject. A price there is to pay for the mistakes along the way, but perhaps it should suffice to heed my best advice: always strive to illustrate all beauty carried inside, darkness will never abate... if hope is ever allowed to die! Rarely arriving as planned, Death never abandons its style, opposing life is only grand if Time is the enemy you revile. Tomorrow only justifies the pain of yesterday if one never vilifies the meaning of this day. So Envy once again, what has your venom done to me, if even a master of men is always destined never to be free? The Envy of evil men, that so much can still destroy, has proven time and again how we must vie to defend our joy. Remember that hate should never lead and guide, often sealing the fate of those who already died. If the destiny of a man has long been set in stone, God surely has a plan for those striving to atone. Some are born to play a role, many would die just to avoid, no forgiveness can console those whose Envy all destroyed. Though peace may seem sublime, war must never cease. Life has no time for those who rest in peace. Defeat is simply victory always in disguise, to the past unchaining liberty, true hope never dies! As surrender is but a crime against the reign of time, eternal must be the might of those to join the final fight. Bearing the seering pain of a great divine wrong is unmeant for the vain who must strive to grow strong. When surrounded by enemies, on each and every side, divine were the penalties to our nemeses then applied. Knowing never to implore for a clemency so often denied, the divine scars of war should always be worn with pride. The true meaning of peace, so often to be broken, only brings any release when the truth is faithfully spoken. The defense of what is true, that so much pain does require, is certainly nothing new and should ourselves only inspire. A love so much greater than we could possibly comprehend is the work of a divine Creator we should strive not to offend. While defying eternal starkness, the day succumbs before the night, as light gives way to darkness, vie to shine just as bright! Avoiding all extremes while starting life anew, believe all our dreams are destined to come true! Every tragic end may portend a new beginning... for those who still contend the time has come for winning. Never should Time devour the cherished dream of a promised land, outliving its finest hour, this much true love should understand. Tragic is the servitude of man after the Fall when rude is the awakening that Time must rule us all. Of all grave mistakes certainly the most absurd is Eternity to forsake as just another word. As past and present collide, over our future we must preside. Memories should always rhyme for those in search of lost time. The quest to remember what lies in my past only revives the splendour of a day to forever last. Fighting for tomorrow implies learning from yesterday, as no momentary sorrow should outlive its stay. As confusion sets in amid the fog of war, avoid embracing the sin of always wanting more. While in search of lost time, the most unconscionable crime is to forsake the undying belief that only faith brings relief. Never embrace a lie as if the truth was out of reach, hope in the future can only die if we don't practice what we preach. Embracing the living truth to silence all morbid lies requires the innocence of youth for a love that never dies. While Holy is the Spirit faithfully carried deep inside, life's greatest merit is by the Truth always to abide. Finding love in times of war is a miracle in itself, so much must one deplore to find peace within oneself. Never believe the cold are justified in their disdain, while the soul remains unsold no dream is lived in vain. When the past only becomes a prison from which to escape, fortunate are the ones whose future is taking shape. Who wants to remember a time destined not to last, as many are the dying embers of a recently deceased past? Should the memories of old the future now only betray, a man must be so bold so as to find a new way. No lover is consoled by unnecessary shame when the only truth to be told is just a wicked game. Yesterday has much to teach only those who care to learn when the truth to beseech is the love for which to yearn. Looking for something pure amid a world so cold and dark, man must strive to endure before leaving his final mark. The halcyon days of youth can only be revisited in later years by embracing the only divine truth to silence all mounting fears. The most unforgivable crime for those in search of lost time is to ever so quietly surrender defending memories once so tender. What is the true meaning of words conjured only to say that the eternal price of dreaming is never beyond what we can pay? To our dreams holding fast, just like a sun that never fades, the spring vies to outlast this most effulgent of promenades. The search for a lost time is never beyond the reach of words that always rhyme, still having so much to teach. The certainty that divine hope can erase any venial sin is only the more reason to cope with all the pain still held within. To age before our time is the most unconscionable crime for those who live only for a tomorrow bringing unrelenting sorrow. No man should always long for a time that cannot be while only the very strong from their past dare never flee. Unable now to see a past so difficult to understand, confusing this may be while trying times are at hand. On God always leaning there is great reason to rejoice, a life full of meaning cannot so easily be destroyed. To search for a lost time long after the Fall, no longer in his prime, a hero once answered the call. Never one of many brought down to their knees, of reasons having plenty never did he appease. There can be no surrender for those still fighting for their dreams, as one should remember not all is what it seems. Appearances can be deceiving, as surely they have always been, unless one goes on believing peace comes only from within. Just as no spiritual war was ever fought in vain, no fallen hero can forever fallen remain. Facing his moment of doubt, while remaining eternally devout, the past he could no longer recall as he finally arose from the Fall. Pain could only impel the brave never to abscond, having been through Hell and all that lies beyond. To overcome oppression that only brings damnation is to live for Heaven as our final destination. Time is never lost while true happiness so commands one to pay the cost of a redemption still at hand. Divine is the meaning of a love that never dies while so many still are dreaming of a truth to end all lies.