take a step back, bro—
you’re in the stye—
start worrying about
your own soul
instead of judging
others
under the guise
of christian piety—
pride’s demise—
stop scaling our horns
while covered with flies.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, August 29, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part of the Truth, Applied collection. Dedicated to those special “Christians” who believe they’re more omniscient than God. I don’t want to even be a “fly” on the wall on Judgment Day.
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There is something peculiar about the magnetism between the arrogant and the pious where the most judgmental act the most holy and the irony is that it is most humble and nonjudgmental that are the best people. Well said Tristan
Exactly, Soren! True holiness does not need to announce itself or appoint itself judge over everybody else. It shows up through humility, mercy, and grace. Always grateful for your presence, my friend. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
My thoughts as well my friend
Well said my friend
Much appreciated, Norman! Thank you for reading, my friend. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
most welcome
Well said. Your poem is to encourage self-reflection and humility, urging individuals to focus on their own spiritual journeys rather than casting judgment on others. It serves as a reminder of the dangers of pride and the importance of genuine piety.
Thank you so much, my friend! You read it exactly as intended...self-reflection, humility, and tending to our own walk with God before assuming we are qualified to judge everybody else’s. Really appreciate you. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
the lord of the flies is here ,lurking in our shadows and waiting for his obolus !
Thank you, Lorenz! 😂 The lord of the flies lurking in the shadows waiting for payment is exactly the kind of sinister little extension this poem invites. Very fitting, my friend. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
Never heard the one about horns and flies.... just knew about glass houses and stones... got a funny feeling I shoulda stayed away...🙃
Dave, thank you! 😂 Glass houses and stones are one thing...horns and flies suggest you have wandered into a much stranger neighborhood. Glad you stopped by anyway, my friend. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
'Yes, one said, I of course am perfect!' lol. Dunno who said it - maybe Popeye. heehee.
Orchi, thank you, my friend! 😂 I’m beginning to think Popeye has become the resident theologian of this whole comment section, which is probably a terrible sign for everyone involved. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
He's taking over! lol.
Well said .. and probably needs to be said more often .. Neville 🖤🖤🖤🐈⬛🐦⬛⚫🏴👍
Thank you so much, Neville! I agree completely...when people start confusing certainty with holiness, the reminder to look inward first becomes even more important. Glad this one connected, my friend. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
Bowing one's own trumpet is certainly ego driven. What ever the reason. You made me chuckle 🤭 🌹
Thank you, Teddy! 😂 Ego definitely loves a trumpet solo...especially when it mistakes volume for virtue. Glad this one made you smile, my friend. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
There’s a damn sharp rebuke here, using the “stye,” “soul,” and “horns” imagery to expose the hypocrisy of judging others while ignoring your own mess. The final image of horns covered with flies is especially gritty—it leaves the reader with the stink of false piety hanging in the air.
Thank you so much, Thomas! You absolutely got where I was coming from with this...the rebuke is intentional, because hypocrisy wrapped in religion deserves to be confronted plainly. Really appreciate you, my friend. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
Hi Tristan,
There's a definite "you think your own shit doesn't stink" message running through this one 😂
I like the hypocrisy you're pointing at here...judging everyone else's supposed sins while standing knee deep in your own. "Stop scaling our horns while covered with flies" is a great way to finish it too.
A clever write.
- Syd 🍄
Thank you so much, Syd! 😂 You absolutely got where I was coming from. If you are standing knee deep in your own shit, probably not the best time to start measuring everybody else’s horns. Really appreciate you, my friend. 🐐🪰🖤🙏
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