Answer:
You can hold it without using your hands or arms. What is it?
With pointed fangs it sits in wait. With piercing force it doles out fate, over bloodless victims proclaiming its might. Eternally joining in a single bite.
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What looks back but cannot see?
I look at you, you look at me, I raise my right, you raise your left.
What gets broken if itβs not kept?