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It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
They try to beat me, they try in vain. And when I win, I end the pain.
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
What surrounds the world, yet dwells within a thimble?
A type of hammer that brings a room to order.
What do angels sing in the shower?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?