Answer:
Never alive but practically extinct. How we miss the letters pressing the ribbon of ink. What is it?
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.
What has a spot and is very bright, is sometimes, red, white, blue, yellow or green and is often blinding.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
What can you share and still have all for yourself?
They are many and one, they wave and they drum, Used to cover a state, they go with you everywhere.