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Ripped from my ancestors home beaten and burned I become a bloodthirsty killer.
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
Everyone asks for me but yet everyone hates to face me. For someone I am agony for others I am relief. Who am I?
What tastes better than it smells?
I must be broken before you can use me. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?