Justice is never blind—
Unnerving the haughty hiders—
Destruction is dereliction’s descendant,
Glorified by those gorging on
Maggot bread; the rot spreads,
Engulfing all of the enamored.
Nemesis’ arrival will not be forlorn;
The day is coming; nay, it’s here.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
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Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is the sixth vision in The Book of Tittu — a cycle of eight poems bound by a single, unflinching voice. Here, the reckoning arrives not as a whisper of someday but as a verdict already in motion. Justice sees, corruption feasts, and the rot spares none. Nemesis stands at the threshold, and the door is already open.
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Well written, my friend,
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