It's the middle of the night. A man wakes up from his slumber in a confused daze. Still in his day clothes, he checks the time. It's 02:43. He tries to go back to sleep, but his body won't have it. He goes downstairs to his kitchen and opens the fridge. He grabs the jug of milk as well as a glass cup. He pours it, takes a swig of it, but doesn't drink the whole thing. He puts the jug of milk back in the fridge and leaves the half cup of milk on the window sill incase he still can't fall asleep. As he is going back upstairs, he realizes he has left some lights on from before he went to sleep. He can't remember why they were on in the first place, so he proceeds to turn every off light that he left on. He climbs back into his cozy bed and drifts off within a half hour. He wakes up around 07:27, takes a shower, and gets ready for the day. He goes downstairs to have breakfast and sees his leftover milk from the middle of the night on the sill, but to his horror, he looks outside and sees hundreds of fresh human corpses surrounding the east end of his house. Why?

We sound like Eden as a pair. Make us weight, we won't play fair. Sometimes consensus, most times schism. Usually locked away in prism. If by chance you seek, then throw. The serpent sees where we meet low. We carry freight when we meet high, But separate us, and we die.

Unlike other rulers I am strengthened by neglect. Over my jurisdiction, great taxes I elect. When routine dues are paid, I am weakened severely. Yet if too long delayed, it may cost you quite dearly. My vault is of the flesh, my tellers silver and bone. The upkeep of the kingdom is financed with a loan.

I have a heart that never beats, I have a home but I never sleep. I can take a mans house and build anothers, And I love to play games with my many brothers. I am a king among fools. Who am I?

You may think me an actor; people come from all over the world to see me play my role. The play begins like all plays do – the red curtain draws aside, and I come onto the stage. There is one other actor. He is dressed in beautiful, bright clothing. I, however, am entirely naked. There are many acts in this play, in between which the other actor helps me to get dressed before the curtain reopens. He dresses me in colorful piercings and a red coat. The story we tell is a tragedy through dance. My choreography is straightforward, but if he forgets his then the play is over. Either way, I consider this a once in a lifetime performance. What role do I play?

I'm the end that brings the end, I'm the one that hides. Shackles gird me waist to toe, Sealed in tower I. Ever tasked to make amends, Slowly here I die. My stricken foe you'll never know, His death is met with sigh.

Twice born but once it dies. A more feline obelisk then a dairy soar. Some to royalty will rise. When seen by many they're adored. What is it?