Answer:
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
Being able to interpret the letters on this screen proves that you have this quality.
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.
Whatβs black in the morning, red in the afternoon, and white at night?
What is the freedom of birds and the pen of old men?
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?