Riddles

It holds no blessings in disguise. Its rhymes are aimed at your demise, it’s cast only to ruin, Whatever you are doin’.

It increases and decreases yet no one see it. It is not a fire and yet it can be quenched.

It is a big and bulky mammal, And has a trunk just like a tree. Will store water in its nose, Which is long and like a hose.

It is a cat but not a kitty, You’ll never catch on in a city. Its fangs are huge and so its claws, A death machine with paws and jaws. In its own way a royal fellow, Striped with black and clothed in yellow

It is a common and favored clothing material among biker gangs and superheroes.

It is a desert oasis where money magically appears or disappears from your pocket.

It is a form of plastic money.

It is a gruesome form of betray.

It is a path of cow juice spread across the sky but cannot be seen by the naked eye

It is a place of play on a sunny day. Winter will come and take all the fun, but we’ll be back in May. What is it?

It is a popular afterlife destination where you want to send people when you’re mad at them.

It is a sound of empty, speak and it’ll talk back plenty. But all the more you yack, you’ll get the same words back.

It is a symphony of noise, It can produce both grief and joys, It is inspiring and grand, Made by a person or a band.

It is able to speak because it has a hard gone. You know what it is as soon as it has sung. What is it?