Answer:
As destructive as life, As healing as death; An institutioner of strife, Just as prone to bless. It is all that is good, Yet with an evil trend; As it was the beginning of things, It can also be the end.
Thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.
It's like food but water kills it. What is it?
What measures out time until in time all is smashed to it?
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?