I fall from clouds in violent streaks, yet live in walls where silence speaks. Wild, I burn; controlled, I serve, the same force, bound and observed.

Three: Pitch to a pit, downtrodden to tire Three more: Simply said, modest kin to acquire Intended recipient, lives under fire

I raise my owner's standards, whatever they may be. When people face me they oft salute, but it's never quite for me.

I’m a metal box with a fiery heart, I turn your breakfast into a work of art. I jump and I beep when my job is complete, what am I that makes your morning treat?

I live on your desk. Straight, black. Keep things together. Watch out for my bite.