Like a minotaur he devours.
The whole part he swallows,
No cut nor wound he creates;
It's the lungs he targets!
He beats, he squeezes and suffocates,
Chest pain, cough, and fever he inflicts;
Senses of smell and taste, away he takes,
The lucky prey survives, he admits;
The unlucky one, death he causes!
So, beware for he truly exists,
Only God he solely fears;
Through our prayers, he surrenders!
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