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Although glory but not at my best. Power will fall to me when the man who made me dies.
The thunder comes before the lightning, which comes before the cloud. The rain dries all the land it touches, wrapping the earth in a blood red shroud. What am I?
I help engines spin and pants stay up
I am owned by the poor, the rich do not need me. If you eat me, you will die! What am I?
What can you break even if you never touch it?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?