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What can be swallowed, but can swallow you?
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
If lightning strikes an orchestra who is the one most likely to get hit?