Answer:
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.
John was going to a party and, as he approached, he could see in the windows that it was completely packed with people. He went inside only to discover that there wasnβt a single person inside
A little house full of meat, no door to go in and eat.
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat. And your heart grow cold. I visit the weak, but seldom the bold.
What has hands but canβt clap?