Answer:
It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it's cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin'.
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
A hill full, a hole full; yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
What is long and slim, works in light. Has but one eye, and an awful bite?
A precious fluid, thicker than water.
I can only be played on a windy day