Answer:
Bury deep, Pile on stones, My mind will always Dig up them bones
My first is equality; my second is inferiority; my whole is superiority.
It is destruction made out of thin air, You hear it howl and give a prayer, Through barns and houses it will tear. It is a deadly funnel, Of violent and twisting air.
I'm full of holes, yet I'm full of water.
The person who makes it has no need for it. The person who purchases it does not use it. The person who does use it does not know he or she is. What is it?
What is always coming but never arrives?