Answer:
I am the fountain from which no one can drink. For many I am considered a necessary link. Like gold to all I am sought for, but my continued death brings wealth for all to want more.
who do you think you know but sometimes you don't
White bird, featherless, flying out of paradise. Flying over sea and land. Dying in my hand.
I have a hundred legs, but cannot stand. I have a long neck, but no head. I cannot see. I'm neat and tidy as can be.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
You kick me, you punch me, and you beat me up all class. When you leave, you don't even say thanks for allowing you to beat me up. What am I?