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I have been what I am not,

I have spurned what I’ve been taught;

I have buried what’s alive,

I have fed what should have died.

I have worn denial’s ring,

I have crowned deception king;

I have shouted silent lies,

I have swallowed truthful cries.

I have welcomed midnight thieves,

I have broken boundaries;

Could you love one such as I?

Yes, My love, My precious child –

I have waited long for you,

I became a child to prove

My love is big enough to free

you from yourself, so come to  Me.” 

Iron Maiden

Through the Iron Maiden’s bars

I spy a fairyland, a place

where peace grows, seeded row by row

with roots of safety, soil of grace.

But Iron Maiden bids me stay,

she bars the path to enter in;

whispers how I don’t belong,

hints at defect deep within

so here I stop, with longing gaze,

aching for the scene I spy,

wanting Eden’s leafy rest,

believing Iron Maiden’s lie.