The Lord's Despair

Tristan Robert Lange

Our father
Who’s in our image,
Hollowed be your name.
Your empire kills,
Your will curses
In hades as it is on earth.
Give to us now
Our rightful place
And do lead us all to our riches
Or we will renounce you as God.
For ours is the empire,
And all power,
And every glory till we die. Amen.
 
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  • Author: Tristan Robert Lange (Online Online)
  • Published: November 7th, 2025 07:55
  • Comment from author about the poem: A mirror of modern idolatry — how easily “Thy kingdom come” becomes “Our empire reigns,” both in the world and, tragically, even within the Church.
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