Answer:
What can burn the eyes, sting the mouth, yet be consumed?
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
Though desert men once called me God, today men call me mad. For I wag my tail when I am angry. And growl when I am glad.
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Ripped from my mother's womb. Beaten and burned, I become a blood thirsty killer.
The warmer I am the fresher I am.