Answer:
Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
A serpent swam in a silver urn, A golden bird did in its mouth abide, The serpent drank the water, this in turn, Killed the serpent. Then the gold bird died.
Mountains will crumble and temples will fall. And no man can survive its endless call.
I move without wings, Between silken string, I leave as you find, My substance behind.
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
If I say "everything I tell you is a lie", am I telling you the truth or a lie?