Tristan Robert Lange

All They Require

Holy, holy, holy,

Saints without sin—

Heaven almighty—

No one else gets in.

To pass the gate

Sell your own soul.

It’s never too late,

Bore out that hole.

Keep real quiet—

Head on a platter—

No voice, no riot.

All else won’t matter.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January ??, 2026.

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