The flame.

"The dog who weeps after he kills is no better than the dog who doesn't. My guilt will not purify me." Purification cannot be performed by drowning in guilt let alone drowning others. If you were not pure to begin with (as no one is) then purity is a simple desire, much like flight, pushing humanity to strive for the stars. Purity will not be reached by gorging on those wronged by you. Eat if their bruised and tainted skin and pray for it to soothe your flame of greed. What burns cannot be held captive, it is better to never feed it before it learns to crave. Much like a disease that decays, desire cannot be stifled nor settled by a singular host. Desire will spread like the fire it seems to be, infecting whomever desire itself desires (Can desire truly desire or is it just the host who desires for desire?) You cannot undo the greed-filled actions you have performed to satisfy the desire for self-settlement you call purity. Look at that body; bruised and tainted, now with bitten chunks missing, ravaged; and truly claim yourself as purer than before. The wounds inflicted by savage teeth ooze with the same desire you are so full of. Eat more, lick the desire you so desperately seek to rid yourself of, perhaps in that action you have gained their purity for yourself. Weep as you do so, savages do not weep nor mourn and that is what will set you apart. The years running down your rounded face are neither clear nor salty, instead a bitter metallic with the shade of your heart. Are they blackened and rotting or red and full? Are you sure? Eating of your sacrilege swelled nothing but your gut and desire, feeding the flame that starves you. Shall you eat some more? The body is not bruised nor tainted, the body of a child with the purity as such. If you ate it then you would be lecherous. You would be tainted. (More than before? I think not.) But the body is on your hands, it is your responsibility to handle. Feed it to the wolves you call kind and watch them ravage it worse than you could ever. Is the blood dripping from between the legs from them eating or them stealing? (Was it its own if it could be stolen?) Oh, but neither. It was so pure and untainted that the mutts could not help themselves. It, its body, had been begging for it. (Is an unbroken hymen truly begging?) It is impure and therefore there had been no wrongdoings. It had been deserved, and it had filed the desire coursing through your battered veins. Are you any more pure now than before her? Or even more, are you more pure than when the desire had been cold coals? (Were they ever cold?) Someone like you could never be as pure as you wish and so you have taken to thievery. Stealing what you do not need (purity is not a need) is, what your good god (with a lowercase g) calls, a sin. You cannot be pure as you want if you have performed the worst sun possible. Blasphemy. You decided you had the power to control who lives, who is pure, who deserves what. Can your God love you if you have stolen what was his? You are nothing but the desire that has formed your brittle bones, that flows lazily through your arteries, that streams down your swollen face as you mourn what you have tarnished. You are no different from the wolves you fed, savagery fulling your desire; your god, the one who feeds you. And yet, you play is off as though you are as righteous as the slaughtered lamb, claiming it was them and not you. (You are not the victim here, that is the many bodies you have ravaged.) Rebuke accountability as you have rebuked sanity, and with it, your "loving" god. (who loves only himself and whomever benefits himself.) You will not survive let alone thrive if you stay urged by the unquenchable desire you so desperately cling onto. Use your desire as the life vest in the vast sea of sanity. What was your savior becomes your demise, holding you at the peaks of insanity until you let go. Can you let go? (For me or yourself, if that is a necessary choice.) Will holding onto those thoughts, those desperate desires, save you before it condemns you? Those thoughts will leave you drifting on the brink of a deadly mentalness. Your body will be floating; lacking pigmentation and frozen; on the crashing waves of your fleeting sanity. Would you eat of that body as well? Would you gain purity from your own body as you have gained from others? Would your heart be oozing as theirs? Questioning this serves proof that you know the truth. You will always know the truth; as will the wolves; and even more than anyone, the bodies ravaged by you will know. Your desire is as quenched as the truth, as undeniable as such.