The Black Sheep

In a family, there is a black sheep. The black sheep's existence is inevitable. The black sheep exists. The black sheep must exist. As if the universe dictates it to be so. In some parallel universe, the nature of things permits this fatal flow, this undeniable dent: the flow flawed, the flawed flow. And thus, it is so. So it is. It must be so. It is so. Sadly, it is.