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 a flower remains alive. 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 new, amid a world so cold salvation is only for a few? 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. A religion devoid of love no salvation can provide, never rising above the damnation of eternal pride. Having a past to be remembered before he can finally repent, no man has surrendered who vies for a heavenly ascent. All meaningful personal advice, so deeply to have troubled the bold, a halcyon sleep dared sacrifice before the burning questions of old. Answers are only provided to all those who dare to ask when by faith one is guided not to hide behind a mask. No Christianity can there be, lest true love should guide the way, as the spirit can only roam free... if first seeing well beyond today. 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. Never 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 vie for a better 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. Though memory does betray a love still refusing to be effaced, the remembrance of a brighter day cannot by hardship be disgraced. 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. Never to be overcome by the tragic darkness of this land, the truth known only by some was his whole life to command. 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. 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 reason 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. 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 the 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 relentless war of attrition, never to be seduced are those of 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. 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 present dare transcend. Believing in a faultless God, while in search of divine direction, is forbidden and outlawed by those never striving towards perfection. Lost is the time when happiness never seemed to end, while living for the sublime was always 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. 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 the pain yet to be contained. 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, has only taken its toll on one treated as a pariah. Isolation primes the faithful never to relent, being always grateful for our divine ascent. But 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 so many lead astray, is paved only by ambition and blinding decay. Never to sacrifice his soul, as true love so commands, a believer 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 your enemies undermines the love for your friends. Having offered no absolution with unrequited pride, the meaning of persecution must never be set aside. Being hunted down for staying true to his ideals, no man should ever frown before opening 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 always bound on accusing, remember that the only truth to set us free is 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 one cannot 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 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 will attempt to stand their ground. Death is the greatest lie with time always to connive because hope can never die while our faith remains alive. Believing that tomorrow will always 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. 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 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 pastiche 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 openly proclaim the real meaning of his name. Bringing light into this world, as so many mysteries are unfurled, a believer must learn 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 crassly 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. True faith always 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 care not 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 one 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, 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. Spiritual is the war defiantly being waged by all who abhor living life outraged. Always knowing his limitations, despite so many temptations, 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. Leadership requires a vision to see past all derision, never allowing the blind to lead us from behind. The workplace is a battleground for all who still believe the lost can only be found if the truth we can perceive. Many are the times when a man refuses to see all the many crimes committed only for a fee. But 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 cannot 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 man 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 striving to rejoice with every unforgiving choice. There can be no malice where true faith dares abide, unless a heart so callous is always blinded by pride. 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 Book of Life 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 cleansing 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? While humility only primed what reason had to say, arrogance led the blind to go their separate way. When our own good is so easily misunderstood, dire are the straits that fate so unreasonably creates. 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? Some are born to play a role, many would die just to avoid, no forgiveness can console those whose work 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 destined to always fight. Bearing the seering pain of a great divine wrong is unmeant for the vain who must strive to grow strong. Knowing never to implore a forgiveness so often denied, the divine scars of war should always be worn with pride. The true meaning of peace, destined always to be broken, never brings any release for the truth so often 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. Holy is the Spirit always carried deep inside, in life the greatest merit is for the truth having died. 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 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 we yearn. Looking for something pure amid a world so cold and dark, man must strive to endure before leaving his final mark. The halcyon peace of youth can be revisited by the adult who embraces a divine truth never deemed to be an insult. 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? 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 ungodly 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.