[CupcakeMomo]

It was promised.

Sculptures of paradise, lights thrice sown laced with the yearning to experience enlightenment.

It has long since faded.

Those desires that sway as often as those awaken with breath and those slumber without.

Long have the fowls lost their nest.

It was promised, but it did not arrive.

Instead, diverging paths reach their own conclusion, featuring the cycles of defiance, and intolerance.

It is and has exceeded.