Answer:
Take off my skin, I won't cry, but you will.
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
Forward Iβm heavy, but backwards Iβm not.
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?