Answer:
One might hang a locket from this
You do this into someone's ear when you want to be discreet.
Made of ten but two we make, When assembled others quake, Five apart and we are weak, Five together havoc wreak. What are we?
If it is absolute, it will corrupt absolutely.
I'm a god, a planet, and measurer of heat. Who am I?
I flow from the Homer’s mouth when he sees doughnuts.