Water
I am omnibenevolent, with anyone I will mix,
But if they do not want me around, I will avoid their cliques.
Make me warm and I will give pleasure, satisfy all feelings.
Make me too hot, and I will boil with rage, grant pain that a burn brings.
Make me cool, and I will bring comfort, taking away your frown.
Make me too cold and I will freeze, like a cruel sword I will cut you down.
I will fit into any group, any vessel I am I am poured into
If there is colour around me, I will assume that colour, too.
I can say nothing but the truth; A terrible liar I am.
If irrelevant bickerings start to break out, I just don’t give a damn.
I can be changed in almost any way, but my nature is not so.
I am and forever will be, the same water you will always know.
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