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Useful tool for who in darkness dwell. Within you, corrupting like a deadly spell.
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
A muttered rumble was heard from the pen, and I, in my walking stopped to look in. What was this I saw? A massive beast, hoofed, and jawed. With spikes upon its mighty brow, I watched as he struck the turf and prowled. And yet for all of his magnificence, he couldn't get out of that wooden fence.
Walk on the living, they donโt even mumble, Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble. What are they?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.