Don't Order Me

You just want me to burn,

Who are you to say that it’s my turn?

Humans, ah so powerful,

Bloody selfish, arrogant skulls,

In the cold winter,

You want me warm, not smokier,

Put the wood, pour the oil,

Let the flames rise above the soil,

In a circle you sit around me,

Watch me unfurl and wither slowly,

But beware you intelligent talker,

I will consume you in a form that is proper,

Skeleton will all be that is left,

I am not an entity, who believes in theft,

For you have already lost everything,
Your soul and other worldly things.