Satan guards heaven

Today my village was burned down with everyone in it. I didn't do it myself, but I've longed to see it that way for a long time. I see them burning while I spread a calm smile on my face. I won't close my eyes until I see it as a piece of coal. I'll spit on it and continue on my way, not caring about anyone. I won't look back, and I won't regret it. This is a well-deserved punishment. I wanted to do it with my own hands, but weakness took over me. Now my innocence is liberated. Now all my fears have dissipated and evaporated as a result of seeing the flames devouring everything. Only now has the noise of my mind calmed down and my soul is at peace. Don't rush to judge. I'm not the villain of this story. Maybe I am in someone else's story, but I... and in my story... well, don't rush. Look and listen to judge.