What am I?

Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a bloodthirsty killer. What am I?

At a bank without money I’d go on a spree. The more I like you, the more you hate me. What am I?

My might alone cannot be weighed My voice is where they gave my fame Cloaked in gray, I cannot be tamed Do not fret, for I do not stay What am I?

The land was white the seed was black It'll take a good scholar to riddle me that. What am I?

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