my last four letters are a division of religion I have antennae but cannot transmit I induce paralysis or hysteria in many

Four men met at the bar: Mr. Ship, Mr. Pole, Mr. Rant, and Mr. Stone. When they introduced themselves, They found out they each had the same first name. What was it?

Tantalizing potential, Thieves' touch must be fine, To defeat this top amuser, A cruel joke in pine

When you see headlights on cars, and the sky full of stars. For some a time to party for others a time to sleep. Add a letter and he’s one you’d send when a princess is locked in a keep.

A tower, a spire, red and white Not as a dwelling but still bright It is a store, but not the kind Often easy to find, if you look in the right place It’s big and tall, or low and concealed Used to feed or starve, depends on the definition