Generationally Cursed

The more it seems like times change, the more it seems it remains the same, forcefully trying to shift direction and I don't, your saying that you will but I am knowning that you wont, not too many you will find that's quite like self, stuck gratifying disaster not wanting help, this is no self pity as I grasph the meaning of life it's shallow, or what lay in wait for me in the darkness of the shadows, not knowing what it is that I seek, and what it is when I find, I came to the conclusion the blind leads the blind, not fearing death and never assuming, I feel it in the air like SIgel lurking and looming, dooming with these sins, the generations after me, cursing my blood for eternity, but this is not the way it has to be, but I can't see no diffrent picture painted of this grimm world happily, I kno the end is near I see it coming rapidly