His Crowned Skull Raised to the Sun (2025) Apple of Basilisk 🇨🇦 Canada

When I Look into the mirror
I see a desert in my face

How many dozens of times have I watched the earth dance around the sun

God or a void
Wait for me

Tree branches
Wrapped in flesh
Dried out

Lay and wait for the still, pale cold

What once carried desire has now rusted - corroded

To trudge on as a frail husk of what once was yields no reward

I have a wasp’s nest encased in my skull
I’ll crack my head in the brick
And relieve the incessant buzzing
I dry heave hundreds
They carry me to the sky

I am ready to be freed
I long to flail in the black
I am ready to be freed

Carrying promises from an idol
Crushing shoulders on the way to the throne
Whisper sweet lies to the vulnerable
Pull the meat away - throw the bones to the hounds

Peasants shovel waste from the grand feast
Prepared by slaves draped in gold

Crowned sloth

Spoon-fed by the lepers
The chalice reflects in their eyes
So they can feed their children from the trough

Behind closed doors I slither
Swallow your family whole
Stand on the backs of the starving
Take the gold from the sun
Feed on the crumbs that fall from my bib
My rotting food is mine alone

Let them eat cake
Feast on his head

A black widow weaves a web of diamonds

Dangling the golden carrot
Gnawed on alive - they all love it
As long as they shine in the night

Let them pluck out your eyes
And wear them in their skulls
So you can watch yourself play god on a throne of children’s bones

carve the riches out from their chests
Their blood is just your currency

When beheaded, the snakes pour out

When I stare into the burning eyes of god, they will freeze

Every child born into a war torn hellscape

When their limbs become debris
When their mothers are shrieking
Will you tell me they have sinned?
That they never stood a chance?

When I smash the lock to heaven’s gates
Who will I see when I push them open?
They’ll be up there laughing
As tears fill the ocean

The men who carry the keys out of reach
The men with the diamonds in their eyes
The men who hold your hand until it turns blue
Will I see them with little wings on their backs?

Job was so naive
No matter what he did, they would have dropped like flies - for an ego

The serpent whispered in your ear
You bite the apple - You chew the flesh
Watching the flames of burning eden
light up the sky

When they try to hide what they’ve done
You still see the faces beneath the tar
He carried the cross and wore the thorns
So you can bring your gun into the booth

Jericho’s trumpet deafens all

Shake the bloody hand of Christ
For letting the light shine down
On your napalm playground
Their skeletons glisten in the moonlight

There is no limit to man’s malice
The extent of horrors in this world
How could hell be any worse?

When angels look down on the earth
They’ll cut their throats