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The Big Lie It’s all been a big lie, I am shaken to the core; The things I used to think of me, I don’t think anymore. It’s all been just a lie, The images they impressed, As bogus as the boogie man I’ve set them all to rest. It was all just a lie, I say! That tangled and confined That killed the spirit of a child And wounded a woman’s mind. Oh, what a lie they told; I was-- they said-- no use. And since I loved them senselessly I didn’t see their ruse. A mirror with a crack They held before my face Distorted truth stared back at me; No goodness, love or grace. They lied, they lied, they lied! So glad that now I see The lies of old no longer bind The truth has made me free The truth I've sought for ages Has come to me at last, The demons cast upon me, Are lies left in my past. December 10, 2007
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