Escaping Generational Curses

Who am I but another fool of scorn? With what armor did the fates provide me? A pawn am I to the house I was born. Double the sight helps not blind eyes to see. Believed not I the tradegy that was foretold. My father's and mother's blood went cold. My sister and brother would never grow old. Between dreams and destiny my heart is further torn. I weep for that which I carry that is unborn. I dare not pray to release me from that I'm sworn. Yet I fail and ask the devil his fee. He said "Give me a pound of flesh for an ounce of gold." Piece by piece my body is sold. I'll be whole again is the lie I'm told. I share my fate not as a story to warn. Enough lessons come from travesty. Judge one not on how they mourn. Nothing in life comes with a guarantee.