the real poison

(he) has already shown his defeat, but he will not die. I can look in his eyes and he knows he'll burn, but there is no sign of breaking in his eyes. he knows he can still put up a fight, but never win in the end.

Why does he kick and scream as if he were hog tied around a stake? At his feet is a burning flame and, with a hard cross to his back, he cannot shed a tear. Anger builds. Hatred for the hands of his murderers, even though there acts are just, flows from his veins. He will not give in. He cannot admit defeat. In his heart, he tells himself he is a martyr. He has sold himself the lie that he is standing for what he has made himself believe is right, but knows is wrong. A martyr dies to save another. But he will die to save nothing...no one...not even himself.

The fire rises up his legs...burning his flesh down to the bone. His screams are not for help...they're hate-filled. He still won't let go. Every chance...every offer...he has had every way out, but took none. He yells his defiance and in his eyes...his eyes are the narrow door to his soul. They will not show pain...they do not show guilt. They cannot show sadness or even whisper a hint that he understands. The worst part is that he knows all he does is masking the amazing creation that God created inside the soul he has taken over. For the soul to truly live, he must die.

His body is black and his skin is gone. Ashes of his flesh fall to the ground, but his bones still stand. All is burned except his eyes. Even in death his eyes do not show defeat. His dying thought was that he is still above God. And, though his body is gone...his soul remains. His soul has always known, but would never give in. he is nothing...he is pride.