When hoarded by one, I build prisons and lies. When shared among many, I help freedoms arise. I can forge heavy chains or can break them apart; The more you desire me, the less worthy your heart.

I have no mouth, yet I tell the truth. I can be hidden, but never lost. I am weightless, yet I carry the past. Those who seek me shape the future at last. What am I?

I speak in ancient riddles and rhymes, a remnant of much older times, Though my quizzes be different my answers are always the same, life or death are the end of my game Solve this riddle and I may leave you alive, who am I?

You carry my weight, but not on your back. I’m a guest from the past many resist. I am what you gain when you have lack. If I am settled, I don’t exist.

Rows and beads I carry with ease, ancient tool to calculate with ease.