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Mary Jane



I'd fallen into a cesspool of despair
Many years after my interfuse,
A marriage if you like of poisonous ideals
Destined for failure from the start.

It was there at the very beginning
Things were not as they seemed,
I couldn't understand it at the time
But I had a suspicion about her...

Mary Jane she was very nice to me
And I just couldn't get enough of,
Her affection unbinding that is which I'd
Felt towards me before the onrush.

In her adolescent sway she'd wrought
About some horrid deceptions,
Something I should have picked up
I guess if not so blinded by love.

A misconception on my part in cracked
Truths and duly conceived notions,
Which would bring forth contagious canards
In her undefined terrors of vile deceits.

But I was racked with a guilty thirst
To aspire highly to her resonance,
Thus a romantic conquest would be met
Leaving room to condemn the past.

Then a fairytale aligned with bulletproof
Pathways we'd wholly welcome,
This magical paradise I had envisioned
Deeply lost in her fabulous bosoms.

Tho' that collide of emotions would
Only force upon me a cruel hex,
As I'd conjured up from myth a demon
Seeking my revenge unto her life.

O how everything fell apart after that
With her narcissist views on trust,
Mary Jane couldn't lie harshly enough
Cornering me in her asylum of rage.

The entrance to it was quite frightful
And the scenery within was damp,
Offering up its brutal secrets of bitter death
In lonesome pods filled with frogs.

I entered that place unprepared to
Crawl through a maze of horror,
It was tragically harrowing to witness
The sick amphibians without water;

There they were trapped in this hell
Struggling to breath in their cages,
Mary Jane had captured these creatures
To revive her ill body back to health.

If just I'd known what I was getting
Myself into at the very beginning,
Then I'd have wavered my brief commitment
That was at the time most pleasing.

But here I was in this hellish mess
Torn between morality and reality,
She'd offered no apology from the start
In her savage quest corrupting me.

Thereof the madness bequeathed
To me I swallowed in my embroil,
Whereupon the frontier of dark sins
I couldn't escape from but I'd tried.

At least I can say I did when rage
Got the better of me O brother,
Mary Jane she was evil in her movement
To meddle with nature as you know.
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