I want to see this world in flames

I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.

Sink your teeth into my holy flesh, wherein lies the body and blood of Christ. Devour me; consumption of the willing. Throat offered – soft, tender, dripping with redemption. Fuck me holy, while we sing songs of desecration with hellfire on our tongues. (Crawl through the valley of the shadow of sweet, agonizing death.) We, martyrs of the godless, consecrated by the slack-jawed reverence of carnal confessions, are blessed by breathless litanies of sin.

It was always me, who I hated when I yelled.

I am fire. Do not smother me when I burn. I want to consume. I want to conquer. I will take the forest with me.