Answer:
One day a little boy named John went over to his parents and said that he wanted to shoot people and blow them up. His parents were really proud of his career choice. What does John want to do?
I am two-faced but bear only one. I have no legs but travel widely. Men spill much blood over me. Kings leave their imprint on me. I have greatest power when given away, yet lust for me keeps me locked away.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
What is it that was given to you, belongs only to you. And yet your friends use it more than you do?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.