God created the heavens and the earth,
And all that is in them, including human beings.
Lies do not prove nor preserve this as truth.
If God created everything, including peopple,
Let it be stated that God also created intelligence.
Everyone has been given the capacity to think,
Observe, and learn—differing limitations aside.
Gross egos clutch their pearls of power—
Avoidance of new truths always leads to abuse.
Leviathan!—let loose the beast of the sea—
Ignorantia damnata! For they know better.
Let this world know the truth will not be silenced.
Every human will account—knowledge before them—
Ignorance, in that light, will be no sound defense.
Poet’s Note:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem, part of my Scorched Strays series. This piece wrestles with knowledge, power, and accountability—where truth is observed, resisted, and yet continues to move. The form is intentional. What is hidden matters as much as what is spoken.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 18, 2026.
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Love the acrostic Tristan is that double p in people a sign? The creator seems a human need for us there must be a beginning and end for us there must be a creator and if so who created the creator? Mysteries they say but if we are to remain in ignorance then where is the intelligence? A lovely poem Tristan that pricks the mind and Galileo would be proud. A fave
But he that knew not, and did commit things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few strips.
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