My father gave me a curse that his father gave him
He was happy to be rid of it, but sad for me
At the end of his life he lay on his bed, asked me about the curse
Concerned, he asked if I had found someone to pass it on to
But to his surprise I told him that the curse wasn’t an issue,
Me and the curse coexist peacefully, and it helps me often
In fact, the curse is very happy now, so I think I’ll hold on to it
This made my father happy, and saved my kids possible trouble in the future
That’s how I became a time traveling hero
Saving my father, my kids and myself
And just like the curse, it’s mine to keep
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 8:02 AM UTC
My father gave me a curse that his father gave him
He was happy to be rid of it, but sad for me
At the end of his life he lay on his bed, asked me about the curse
Concerned, he asked if I had found someone to pass it on to
But to his surprise I told him that the curse wasn’t an issue,
Me and the curse coexist peacefully, and it helps me often
In fact, the curse is very happy now, so I think I’ll hold on to it
This made my father happy, and saved my kids possible trouble in the future
That’s how I became a time traveling hero
Saving my father, my kids and myself
And just like the curse, it’s mine to keep
Bad things are bad because their natural purpose is deprived of them. My family has had its curses forever, but I will be the first to be called blessed among the tribe for it
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