Answer:
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
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?
I am as hard as metal, yet as flimsy as glass. I shine like a star, yet I am only a rock. What am I?
I am an odd number that become even when beheaded.
I am enjoyed with a pot and some pointy sticks.
Though not a plant, has leaves. Though not a beast, has spine. Though many wouldn't need this thing, It's more valuable than wine.