Born to raise hell—
Religion released him—
Ignorance integrates
Against his image—
Never touching his truth.
Hating on Satan
Unveiled in the System,
God is just an excuse
Hiding all the lies.
Wisdom shows itself
Anathema to ignorance.
Religio-political ruination
Now in overdrive,
Enigmatic evil hates
Righteous responders.
Poet’s Note:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays series, some may find this one a surprising “stray.” He isn't hated so much as misclaimed—praised, blamed, defended, rejected, twisted into every shape but his own. Yet his unadulterated words still remain, burning through the distortions.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 28, 2025.
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Your poem is powerful and evocative, utilizing strong, emotive language to convey themes of conflict and hypocrisy. Words such as "hell," "ignorance," "ruination," and "anathema" evoke a sense of struggle and darkness. Literary devices employed include.
I appreciate this, Friendship. This poem comes out of wrestling with how faith gets weaponized while truth gets ignored. Hearing that the conflict and hypocrisy landed tells me the poem is doing its work. Thank you for reading it seriously. 🖤🔥🙏✨
You're so welcome, my dear friend,❤️
Is it not so that some find in organizations, religious or otherwise, a legitimization of their nature. The violent find it in so called justice, the thief in retribution, the liar justifies, the murderer seeks war. And from that pulpit we preach to cover our sins now turned commandments. Well done Tristan
Soren, thank you for this thoughtful engagement. You named the mechanism perfectly…how power and violence borrow moral language to disguise themselves as virtue. And anyone who dares call them out on it gets demonized. That’s the distortion this piece is trying to scorch. I’m grateful for your insight and your voice here, my friend. 🖤🔥🙏✨
You are most welcome my friend as always
Tremendous work.
Thank you, Thomas! Much appreciated! 🔥📜🕯️🙏
These Sundays are somewhat 'dark' - can't see much! Turn that light on, Fido, will ya?! lol.
The better to keep you from swooning, my friend. Glug! 🤣
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