In your breeding days,

Your deficiencies attracted the bloodline,    
the giant, the dark-side,      
the strongman,    
Fruits of perversion,      
anger, bitterness, jealousy,          
your own      
personal madman.    
         
Breeding a dysfunctional circus,        
the Jezebel-branded crew,      
called python-dependents.        
We compete!!!      
We control!!!         
Camouflaged,      
masked,      
as the perfect family,          
while the black-sheep,      
silently, sustains          
her shattered soul.    
     
Your giant, spirit husband          
has been laid to rest,        
so, I asked the question          
were you cursed, or          
cursed and blessed.    
     
Black Sheep! Black Sheep!          
Mom you called? my appointee...        
finally seeing the strength in me        
to be set-apart, to  
uplift thee,        
in my Queen's uncurbable-affliction.       
Who would have thought        
I would be her  
end-time advocacy?         
     
God's way,          
sets us on a journey          
other than our own,          
but not alone.         
     
The peace of God is greater,          
forgiveness  
is the key,        
even when  
facing adversity.