| My creator is a mystery, One that’s set in stone. My origins, my history, Still totally unknown. Tests of time I’ve had to face, Was I a calendar, a tomb, a shrine? What am I? |
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| I am god to many people despite not being a spirit. I am what people kill over, lust over, and fight over. I am not God or the Devil, but a mere material that people need endlessly.
What am I? |
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| I have a neck but no head, 2 arms but no hands, I go with you to school, I go with you to work.
What Am I? |
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| Upon your lonely journey I accompany you, whether you travel through endless mountains or seas of blue. Wherever you go, I keep your place. Lost you’re not, when I’m embraced.
What am I? |
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