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It is greater than God more evil than the devil. The poor have it the rich need it. If you eat it you will die. What is it?
What loses its head in the morning but gets it back at night?
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I am the kind of food monkey likes and people slip on me and fall in cartoons.
I am tomorrow's yesterday and yesterday's tomorrow. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?