Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
there came the day
that it was time to flay—
or, rather, be flayed—
it wouldn’t be delayed,
the villagers all prayed
for great, flaying weather.
“hurry, tie it down—that tether!”
how can one then describe,
the feeling or the vibe
of one’s flesh beginning to wet-peel,
under hot and tempered steel,
like the laceration of soft, pruned skin—
carving prime rib is to what it’s akin—
nerves strung all the way out
like wriggling worms, a painful shout,
“i can’t take this, what’s this all about?”
the answer came quick with no hope,
“these are just resolutions,
“our way of providing real solutions
“to appease a crowd hungry for delusions.
“as for you on this eventful day,”
Blackhood stepped forward to play,
“it’s lights out, heaven pray!”
crimson sprays
the crowd always gets what it wants.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 15, 2026.
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Begs the question who the next sacrificial lamb is gonna be?🙏🏻🕊️
It does, though, doesn't it? Glad I am not alone in asking that. Much appreciated, Rik! 🙏🩸⚖️🖤
Good to know the nature of the beast👍🏻🕊️🙏🏻
Hear hear. It certainly is!
Wow magnificent powerful and just to say I could never ever be in that crowd 🌹
Thank you so much, Teddy! Right there with you. I know you never could...you carry far too much compassion within you, my friend. 🙏🩸⚖️🖤
The sacrifical lamb, the scape goat, the whipping boy taking the blame from the masses and the noble. Today it seems this painful metaphor is enacted on the masses themselves in taxes, burdensome laws, eminent domain and a prejudiced judicial system. It also applies on an individual level where a pecking order places one person to blame for another individual or the group. Well written my friend and a fave
Exactly, Soren! The spectacle changes form, but society still preserves itself by selecting someone else to carry its guilt and suffering. Deeply grateful for your engagement and the fave, my friend. 🙏🩸⚖️🖤
You are most welcome Tristan
Does Popeye always get what he wants - spinach?! lol.
Orchi, the audience promised Popeyeus Glug Maximus Solus his precious greens...then raised the curtain and revealed an empty can. The mob demanded irony, and the show must go on! Poor P. Solus...now his muscles are wimpy. 🤣 🙏🩸⚖️🖤
the baying crowd, who is next ? good write my friend
Exactly, Norman...once the appetite for suffering is awakened, someone else must always be chosen. Thank you, my friend! 🙏🩸⚖️🖤
most welcome
Hang them all i say, hang them high, especially in they're Politicians.
Did television make the flayers redundant, I wonder.
Our sacrificial lamb, Starmer is gone this Monday, to be replaced by the next sacrificial lamb.
Haha, Paul, I’ll spare them the gallows...though modern media hardly spares anyone! In fact, has the media become a new kind of gallows? Certainly the public stocks, no? 🤔 The method changes, the chosen target changes, and the audience continues demanding another public downfall. 🙏🩸⚖️🖤
Well written, my friend. Your poem revolves around the concept of sacrifice and the darker aspects of human nature, particularly how society often demands brutal solutions to its problems. The imagery you painted of flaying serves as a metaphor for the pain and suffering inflicted upon individuals to satisfy the collective desires of a community. You highlight the conflict between individual suffering and societal expectations.
Exactly, my friend. We repeatedly convince ourselves that another person’s destruction will somehow restore order...then call the violence necessary once enough people approve it. Deeply grateful for your engagement. 🙏🩸⚖️🖤
I'm allergic to crowds, no matter what their purpose. But differentiate that from a well organised collective.
Keep it flowing, Tristan.
I’m with you, Dave! A mob surrenders thought to appetite, while people acting together with intention and responsibility can accomplish tremendous good. Much appreciated, my friend! 🙏🩸⚖️🖤
serious, sincere, deep and rather resonating lyrics. Best wishes and a fave, my friend
Thank you so much, cellinic! I’m grateful this one reached you and deeply honored by the fave, my friend. 🙏🩸⚖️🖤
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