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I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
I saw a strange creature. Long, hard, and straight, thrusting into a round, dark opening. Preparing to discharge its load of lives. Puffing and squealing noises accompanied it, then a final screech as it slowed and stopped.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
My first is in fish but no in snail. My second is in rabbit but no in tail. My third is in up but not in down. My fourth is in tiara but not in crown. My fifth is in tree you plainly see. My whole a food for you and me.
I count time, but have no end. Tick tick, but I am not a clock. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?