If you go out with me, I'll frighten the birds I'll make your ears pop and you'll never be heard. You'll know I was there if a gun barrel is warmed, I was a huge hit when the universe formed.

I make writing, but I am not made of wood or ink. You might see me in a older classroom.

I’m a type of sword, with a long thin blade. I’m quick and nimble, for dueling I’m made.

They call me a god wherever I rome and Close to the heat is where I call home. Seven siblings I have, now that one’s gone. I shepherded men atop mighty redstone. I make you reflect when I pour on the scene. I’ve made kings mad, and led a great queen

I'm angry but not I'm not raging. I'm an intersection but I have no traffic lights. I'm a symbol of life for some, but I'm a tool of death. I'm the passing of a ball, but the ball contains no dancers.