I've seen eggs that were coated in chocolate to become apart of the circus that trains elephants to fly in the rings of fire...

To become successful, they must listen to their ringmaster and take the beating that is necessary for the growth of their solitude...

Endless long-suffering is the woe of all who seek to be tapped by the spoon of greed that is covered in gold cheetahs...

Running through the forest at night where wolves feast on the crippled, deranged, the terrible and even the proud...

Pride collects inside these individuals from the garden where flowers are competing for the sun's respect...

Who shall receive its everlasting warmth first will grow into the king of all that lies in the field of broken promises...

But when the sun died, the second eye of the sky showed the light in which many were too busy tucked in the grass and dreaming of dreams made of pure Russian cream...

Sleep tight in the meadows where the profounding pots of rust collect dust and passes on to another time where the streets are painted of Cleopatra's jewelry...

And if the pots reek of substance abuse and silver ivory, then the particles shall burn another death where lives are like marionettes on strings made of titanium...

This is why tears are made...

Because the shadows create the light through dominance...

And the light corrupts the dark through perseverance...