Looking at my face, I'm no more than six.
Look at the rest of me and I'm 21.
You'll see my twin and me in Las Vegas.
Say my name and you'd be uttering a threat.
What am I?
You are a die. ( Die is the singular form of dice.)
I am easy to see, but no one likes looking at me. Without me, there would be no you. I can make you complain, or make you happy. But you almost always take me for granted. What am I ??
I'm seven times seventy,
Plus a decade more.
This has all happened before.
Red and gold, I am no liar.
My nursery will be made
From my funeral pyre.
Who am I?