Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Has no feet, but travels far. Is literate, but not a scholar. Has no mouth, yet clearly speaks.
You heard me before, yet you hear me again, then I die. Until you call me again.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?