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I climb higher when hot, But beware my rage, I’ll kill with a breath, If I can escape my cage
Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few.
Both punishment and sweet reward, It will befall both fool and lord. It is a spiritual scoreboard, Your every deed it does record.
Reaching stiffly for the sky, I bare my fingers when its cold. In warmth I wear an emerald glove and in between I dress in gold.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
What language does a billboard speak?