The Golden Basket

A dirty Priest
A Diseased-ridden mouth
that was cleansed with Vaseline
As his golden shower of God
blooms the flower of believers and sinners
with swastikas on their foreheads with ash.

The burnt palms of heretics turn the wheel to
bless the blood of those he loves
while they cower in fear like a dog in an
abandoned house
covered in fleas and ticks.
As he wipes his ass with scripture
lays them out on the altar of Eden
and prays them into gold.

The irresponsible crux of the crucifix
where the arms branch off from the heart
strokes the cocks of the singers
as they confess the sins they never committed
and ejaculit sets fire to his garden
and fertilizes his palace of prosperity
while the bones of the dead gifted to heaven
and ignorant siblings flood the river of styx

So that his palace may be bathed in blue
so that angels may sing songs of servitude and slavery
and that sinners may come take empty and
bleeding Polaroids which never develop.