Mary was an innocent child.
Naïve, trustful, kind and unwild.
Mary grew to become Magdalene. Ferocious, selfish and ambiguously whimsical.
Through the chamber now Mary wanders, as a courtesan often blunders.
She's consumed by the greed of swingers, but the scent of guilt still lingers.
Now as she lays down to sleep, she knows not which men to keep.
The Devil watches through the night, he'll consume her with all his might.
Another sad story, we need not bother. It could've been different had she had a father.
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Author:
Jimmy Daun (
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- Published: April 4th, 2022 14:22
- Category: Unclassified
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