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Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
A circle of stones, never in rows. Stacked one on the other, mystery it sows. What is it?
What language does a billboard speak?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?