Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
It is a sound of empty, speak and it'll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you'll get the same words back.
My first is second in lineอพ I send shivers up your spineอพ not quite shining bright I glitter in the light.
In the land of the green glass door there are riddles but no answers, sheets but no blankets, and books but no words. Name something found in the land of the green glass door.
What is lengthened by being cut at both ends?
I run through hills. I veer around mountains. I leap over rivers. And crawl through the forests. Step out your door to find me.