Holy, holy, holy,
Saints without sin—
Heaven almighty—
No one else gets in.
To pass the gate
Sell your own soul.
It’s never too late,
Bore out that hole.
Keep real quiet—
Head on a platter—
No voice, no riot.
All else won’t matter.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January ??, 2026.
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Yes, they like to keep it indoors, and if they can't, you get sent to darkest Africa till the dust settles.
There's power and there's the church power.
Paul, exactly. When control feels threatened, the response isn’t repentance — it’s containment, exile, and quiet management. That’s not the Gospel. That’s power…and yes. Much appreciated my friend! 🕯️⚖️🩸🙏
Well I am sure Tristan that many may take this different but to me it is a remark about what it is to be American these days. With a bill pending to eliminate all dual citizenships (although unconstitutional what else is new) swearing one's allegiance to the fatherland sounds all too familiar to an old guy like me. Adolph has been living with Elvis at site 51 I guess.
Soren, exactly, my friend. That’s the danger. When belonging is enforced instead of nurtured, faith and nation both start borrowing language they shouldn’t and looking like history we’ve already sworn we wouldn’t repeat. Much appreciated my friend. 🕯️⚖️🩸🙏
You are most welcome
All it requires is not to sell any more spinach cos............ lol.
Did you hear that?
Glug.
😂🤷♂️
Well said. Your poem explores themes of morality, sacrifice, and the consequences of seeking acceptance in a rigidly defined moral or spiritual space. It suggests that entry into a ‘heavenly’ realm may require compromising one's integrity or identity.
Friendship, thank you…that’s a thoughtful reading, and you’re right about the tension you’re naming. I’d only add that the poem is letting the gatekeepers speak for themselves, exposing the story they tell about what’s required rather than endorsing it. Again, an excellent read of the poem, my friend. Always appreciated!🕯️⚖️🩸🙏
Rent out their hole? 🤣
Ha… 🤣 yeah, that laugh lands because it exposes the cruelty underneath. 💯 When systems demand silence and sacrifice, even the self becomes something to lease out. Thank you so much for getting it, my dear friend! 🕯️⚖️🩸🙏
I found this poem very thought provoking. It brought to mind my unspoken thought:
We reside in a world which offers large dose of freedom: freedom to choose conformance or ruin.
Thank you for sharing that, my friend. The way you frame freedom as a forced choice between conformity and ruin aligns closely with what this poem is pressing into. I appreciate you sitting with it and naming that tension so clearly. Your insights are always appreciated. 🕯️⚖️🩸🙏
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