THE BURNING MAN - MARDUK'S WORD

Do you know what you have put me through?

Do you realize you have cut my wrists and throat?

Do you suppose there is more than you?

Do you agonize or just lay there and gloat?

Too bad baby, tonight you will learn.

Too many hours have been burned to ash black.

Too many maybes, now it’s my turn.

Too little time, once ours, we’ll never get back.

Let the kindling be laid, watch it burn;

Let the flames lick the timber like a lover.

Let the rescinding be made, it’s my turn.

Let me reclaim and try to recover.

The smoke and heat are unbearable.

The screams seem melodic as I watch you burn.

The invoked find you execrable,

The extremes of the demonic, it’s my turn.

Watching your skin melt away like wax,

Watching you disappear right before my eyes.

Watching your sin smelt, cover my tracks,

Watching you burn dear, along with your lies.

No more pain, no more lying in fear.

No more wickedness hidden in desires.

No more stain, purified by the smoke.

No more insipidness, fuel for the fires.

Finally, free of the cost of you.

Finally, I have no ghosts to haunt me.

Finally, it’s me who followed through;

Finally, you who roasts and still taunts me.

Gone from existence, ash amidst bone.

Gone, no resistance, held by Marduk’s word.

Gone into that hell, that great unknown.

Gone, it goes unseen, no sounds to be heard.

M Teresa Clayton

The question might be asked - did she burn a man to his death? Or the power the man had over her? She summons a Nephilim - a powerful one, at that. Whatever haunted her or caused her pain, was burned - if it was indeed a man, the poor soul had no chance for redemption - she passed judgment and his punishment was served.