Ripped from my mother's womb, Beaten and burned, I become a blood-thirsty slayer. What am I?

Answer: Iron ore.

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Rock and roll, rock and roll. What rocks but does not roll?
Round as an apple, Deep as a cup, All the King's horses Can't pull it up. What is it?
Runs over fields and woods all day Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Awaiting for a bone. What am I?
Samuel was out for a walk when it started to rain. He did not have an umbrella and he wasn't wearing a hat. His clothes were soaked, yet not a single hair on his head got wet. How could this happen?
Some will use me, while others will not, some have remembered, while others have forgot. For profit or gain, I'm used expertly, I can't be picked off the ground or tossed into the sea. Only gained from patience and time, can you unravel my rhyme? What am I?
Sometimes I move fast, Sometimes I move slow; But my speed is truly constant, And nowhere I go. What am I?
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
Tear off one and scratch its head, what was red is now black instead. What is It?
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?
The cost of making only the maker knows, Valueless if bought, but sometimes traded. A poor man may give one as easily as a king. When one is broken pain and deceit are assured. What am I?
The cost of making only the maker knows, Valueless if bought, but sometimes traded. A poor man may give one as easily as a king. When one is broken pain and deceit are assured. What is it?
The head of a whale is six feet long; his tail is as long as his head and half his body, and his body is half of his whole length. How long is the whale?