Answer:
It is greater than God and more evil than the devil. The poor have it, the rich need it, and if you eat it you'll die.
Each morning I appear to lie at your feet, all day I follow no matter how fast you run. Yet I nearly perish in the midday sun.
What goes in, but never through? I've got some and so do you. We might lend one, or even two, but only if our trust is true.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
Two bodies have I, though both joined in one. The more still I stand, the quicker I run.
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.