Sir Edward of Irons

I AM NOT A NUMBER. I'M A FREE MAN What else is there to say? Christ, I am an ancient living corpse. No one including myself knows just how old I am either. Resurrected corpses rarely remember what happened a moment ago much less years before. But recently I found this suit of armor. And things just felt right once inside its steel caress. Displaced memories are simmering and leading me to believe that I may have been an ancient Saxon king. Years later I obviously became a rebellious metalhead, zombie, teenager in the '80s who did a lot of killing. And the photo evidience (actually artist renderings) of those crimes appeared within the album art of the British band, Iron Maiden. Next thing I know, my mug is plastered on bedroom walls from London to Tokyo to Albuquerque. My face even makes it onto t-shirts, adhesive labels and even female underpants. And you know, I haven't recieved any royalties. But who cares? Because I will still be alive when all the members of Iron Maiden perish to old age. I figure I'm listed somewhere in the chain of inheritance.