Eliminating the Generational Curse

May have left my kids, yeah that's right I did
At least it will be me alone to ruin, rot & waste
The world may never know and relatives never acknowledge,
The incessant, literal hell of  15 years that I faced

No matter what lies those so-called loving relatives need to believe
Or what truths they dance and hide to avoid,
My ancestors and I all confer that, finally, the generational curse of loving oneself more than our precious offspring,
Yeah? Well, those dues have (10 years ago) been paid,
Outstanding balance and all possible fees been settled, rendered null and void

Forgiveness in my  heart despite all the undeserved demolition rounds cocked aimed, fired by pain,
I choose to emphatically include every derivative of Sickles under this irrevocable, all encompassing, eternally standing declaration,
That from that and any other curse, we of pure heart,  shall never be harmed again.

So be it.