Thurifer, et Clamor ad te Veniat

Incense. The scent. The smell of my burning flesh. I'm sent. I am your burning flesh. Flames burn bones to cinder. I want to see you burn. I want your ashes to bury the streets. I want to see you burn. I want your ashes to fall at my feet. One fine day. You will feel my warmth. You will breathe my smoke. I am mounting up to you. As prayer. For I am the sacrifice. I am the carrier. And I will wash my face in the flames. Risen. Now hidden. Burn away. Cleansing is near. I would burn alive for you.