Through the generations the curse was passed along
Until it found a hidden wound to stop and rest upon
Manifesting pungently, the familiar trait was strong
Ancient wells, a deafening scream, a painful, wasting song
The right of access down the line, targeted and shamed
A vengeful retribution, personally aimed.
My timid heart, no escape, a spiders web was spun
The spell of generations and I’m the chosen one
Stop, don’t move, stand still, embrace
A very different way
Adopted in a another tribe
To live another day
The familiar curse is broken
Not in the tribal line
New traits, new hope, a compass point
And this shall be the sign
Across the sky a welcome
The Fathers first born son
The inheritance of blessings
and I’m the chosen one
It’s time to live again
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