Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Away on a retreat and will have limited access to the internet. In the meantime, check out my work here or on tristanrobertlange.com. Would you like a copy of my latest album, Dark Alchemy? DM me and I will be glad to share a free copy with you as long as codes last.
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
—Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Away on a retreat and will have limited access to the internet. In the meantime, check out my work here or on tristanrobertlange.com. Would you like a copy of my latest album, Dark Alchemy? DM me and I will be glad to share a free copy with you as long as codes last.
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
—Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Bigots brigade blitz.
Rome is inquisitive
Until it stokes the fire.
Never give in to pressure
Only to be burned anyway.
Guaranteed, without doubt,
Ignorance will ignore—
Obscure, even—
Revealed, rooted truth.
Deliberate, dogmatic denial
Always leads to radical,
Necromatic course-control
Overclocked into hyperspace.
Death greets us all,
Even death’s deliverers.
Fires come in many forms.
Immolation is better than being
Eternally remembered as
Satan’s truest of tools.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, April 26, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This poem confronts pressure, power, and the cost of refusing to bend—where truth is not preserved, but tested in fire. Heretic’s Hymn...the song shared above...you’ve heard before. I soft-released it with the lyrics back on October 24, 2025. It closes my forthcoming album Dark Alchemy, available now on Bandcamp, with a full release everywhere May 1, 2026. If you’d like to hear the full album, I have a limited number of free codes...feel free to DM me while they last. I will be away for the next five or so days, so if I am delayed in responding, just know I am not ghosting you and will get you that code. Poet’s honor. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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A wonderful acrostic my friend that may hold deeper meaning for those acquainted with the story. Well told
Soren, thank you, my friend…there’s definitely more beneath the surface here, and I’m glad that connection came through. Always appreciate your insights, my friend. 🔥🖤🙏✨
You are always most welcome my dear friend
Wow! Heavy! Like "Never give in to pressure only to be burned anyway and fires come in many forms," So true. Heck of a write!
Katie, I’m really glad those lines stood out to you…that tension right there is the heart of it. Different kinds of fire, same pressure behind them. Thank you for catching that. 🔥🖤🙏✨
Wish we could burn up, not Popeye himself, but his antics. Burnt spinach - bleuurggh! lol.
A wonderful musical composition that really captures the essence !
Lorenz, thank you…I’m really glad the music carried the same weight as the poem for you. That blend was important to me, and I thought the two made a good pair. So hearing it captured the essence means a lot, my friend. 🔥🖤🙏✨
This is intense, incendiary writing—driven more by warning and moral pressure than narrative, almost like a prophetic outburst.
The grit is in the urgency: it doesn’t just describe danger, it feels like it’s already burning as it speaks.
I could sense something along these lines was on its way .. even before I opened the page .. I reckon you are on a roll T .. 🖤🖤🐦⬛🐈⬛🐈⬛🌻⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍
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