Answer:
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
Plow and hoe, reap and sow, What soon does every farmer grow?
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
What can be swallowed, But can also swallow you?
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?