Fine, I'd be in the room full of hungry wolves who haven't eaten in months, because they'd either be dead or eat each other.
It's more powerful than God. It's more evil than the devil. The poor have it. The rich need it. If you eat it, you'll die. What am I? Edit heres another if thats too easy.... The one who makes it sells it. The one who buys it doesn't use it. The one who's using it doesn't know he's using it. What is it?
I have four wings, but cannot fly, I never laugh and never cry; On the same spot I'm always found, toiling away with little sound. What am I?