Caustic promises made by
Overly pious people who,
Veritably religious—not righteous—
Eventually forego faithfulness.
Nasty, naughty, nebulous gossipers
Always seeking their fucking fix—
Never caring who they can fill—
To the detriment of all God’s people.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is the second vision in The Book of Tittu — a cycle of eight poems bound by a single, unflinching voice. Where the first spoke with the heat of revelation, this one breaks the stones of false piety, exposing the hypocrisy that corrodes faith from within.
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A most poetic version of hypocrites or what a man long ago called whited sepulchers. A good read Tristan
Indeed he did and those sepulchers are whiter than ever…take that to mean all of the above. 🤣🤷♂️. Thank you so much, my friend, 🖤🙏⛓️💥😓
You are most welcome
A wonderful to the point write of the world of hypocrisy, and isn't the world riddled with it, enjoyed the read, looking forward to number three.
It sure does!!! Thank you so much my friend. Glad it delivered. 🖤🙏⛓️💥😓
You are very welcome
Screaming from the roots of corruption... well-written, piercing, and true above all
Indeed! Thank you so much, my dear friend! I appreciate your time and Ninja 🥷 sharp analysis and support! 🖤🙏⛓️💥😓
I understand the anger… I’ve had wrong doers turn to scripture as a cure… but it is only pages on words if you cannot embody the principles.. sigh
Damn straight. And sigh is all that is left to do (aside from calling it out) unless one turns into the very wrong doers that squote (Scripture quoting) people to death, while polishing their hypocrisy to a shimmering shine. Amen, brother! Thanks for your support and understanding! 🖤🙏⛓️💥😓
Sometimes the loudest voices in faith are the ones furthest from grace. True righteousness isn’t found in gossip or judgment; it’s in quiet integrity, in choosing compassion over spectacle. Let them chase their fix; we’ll hold onto what’s real. Faith, at its core, is less about performance and more about perseverance. Superb poetic effusion 🙏🏻🕊️
My friend, that’s exactly it. 🖤🙏 Quiet integrity will always outlast loud hypocrisy…and perseverance is the true act of faith. I’m grateful you caught the heart of this one so clearly, and I honestly knew you would. 🌹🕯️🐦⬛
It isn’t too far different from some aspects of my personal faith journey 🕊️🙏🏻
Amen. Here’s to our faith journeys taking leaps and bounds to converge here. 🙂
Amen 🙏🏻
Good write T. Does our Popeye chat come under 'nasty, naughty, nebulous gossipers'? lol. I won't give any examples here. Oops!
'Naughty' has some old-fashioned meanings. There are 'naughty figs' in the Old Testament. Why? What have they done?! lol.
Due to our discretion, only half-so! LOL! That's when we take the Emo Phillips "steal the bike first and pray for forgiveness later" approach. 🤣
Oohh, we can't tell about Popeye's antics. lol.
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I've never been a Shepherd nor a sheep, powerful stuff my friend. 🌹
I mean in the sense that we all have been cared for, guided and do the same for others (religion excluded), we've all been "sheep/shepherds". But yeah, I certainly hear you 💯, especially since that is a pastoral phrase almost exclusively used in the religious context. Thank you so much, dear Teddy! I truly appreciate you taking the time to read and engage. Glad you found it to be powerful. 🌹 I just hope the religious/political "sheeple" 🐑 get the message. 🤣
Hello, Tristan,
Pulpit pounders pounding righteousness whilst abusing alter boys, orphans in their care and condemning single mothers to the fires of hell. When exposed; punished with a slap on the hand and a transfer by the Holy See. A sad history of, Ireland. Your poem got me all fired up, in how you have expressed it with gusto, hardness and down right anger. Very well done, my friend.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Tony, thank you, my friend. You’ve captured another tragic face of the same monster. Abuse cloaked in sanctity, and the machinery that hides it...yes, that rage has to be named. My poem wasn't solely aimed at clergy abuse, but damn does that MAJORLY fit in there, like a bigly US president seems to fit with a guy named Epstein. (Sorry, I couldn't resist 🤣). I’m grateful you felt the heartbeat of it, my dear friend. I always look forward to your thoughts. 🖤🙏⛓️💥😓
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