Answer:
You walk into a room with a match strike the match and notice a candle a lamp an oil burner and a fireplace. Which do you light first?
I help you carry your books.
I think you live beneath a roof that is upheld by me; I think you seldom walk abroad but my fair form you see; I close you in on every side you very dwelling pave and probably I'll go with you At last into the grave.
I drift forever with the current and flows to your everyday life. I make living easy but I am good at killing people too.
I shoot but never kills
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.