Answer:
I am the thing that is used to make your weight. What am I?
My keepers feed me colored balls. With sticks they store on my den walls. Sometimes I store them in my pouch. Sometimes deep in my belly; ouch!
I cut through evil like a double edged sword and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise through battles fought with heart and mind instead of with my gaze.
If you have it, you donβt share it. If you share it, you donβt have it. What is it?
I can be swallowed, but I can also swallow you. What am I?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!