Answer:
I touch the Earth, I touch the sky, but if I touch you, you’ll likely die. What am I?
Men seize me from my home tear apart my flesh drink the sweet blood then cast my skin aside.
score in end zones.
I fly when I'm born. I lie when I'm alive. I run when I'm dead. What am I?
Four fingers and a thumb, yet flesh and blood I have none. What am I?
Two brothers we are, great burdens we bear. All day we are bitterly pressed. Yet this I will say, we are full all the day, and empty when go to rest.