I torture children and parents, Many people scream and wall in my presence. Parents drag their kids to me, I am supposed to create smiles, But often there is only a frown. What am I?
You may praise your good fortune and curse all you hate, Yet I rule all your chaos and gamble your fate. By some I'm avoided by others I'm game, Called by fat or slim, my meaning's the same.
What am I?
Of the god’s own sorrow and tears i can create life. Then i provide my creation with fire to allow for growth and prosperity. But the vengeance of the gods is due and I will surely fall. In the coldness of the night, the life I created only finds death. What am i?
I am the reason you run. I am the reason you scream. I am the cause of your pain. I am a cage from which you will never be free. What am I?
