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I come in variety of colors and am found almost year round. My house is tall and my only fear is the cold. What am I?
I cut through evil like a double edged sword and chaos flees at my approach. Balance I single-handedly upraise through battles fought with heart and mind instead of with my gaze.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
Though desert men once called me God today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
My days are numbered.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?