Payable on death;
Only innocence will
Die conscience free.
Religiopioid junkies
Overtly criticize the
Christ they proclaim.
Keep white Jesus—bitches!—
Southtown’s got Jah’s eyes.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 27, 2026
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DEVILISHLY DREADFUL
Saint Sorebones
on September 28, 2026
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. This poem draws inspiration from a band whose faith has never fit neatly inside the safer corners of Christian music. It considers what happens when the name of Christ is claimed by the very idols his life exposes, and when redemption keeps speaking from places polite religion once tried to ignore.
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short sweet but powerful my friend
Norman, thank you...short and scorched was exactly the aim here. 🔥🙏👁️🖤
Achieved so well my friend
Have you just invented a new word, Religiopiod.
The two Js, junkies and jesus, both bled, but only one came back to life.
Like the jah eyes reference, sure god liked a bit of reggie.
Paul, yep...freshly coined and probably already causing doctrinal headaches somewhere. And now I’m picturing Jah with a very laid-back record collection. 🔥🙏👁️🖤 Are those clouds...or skunky smoke?
Intense. Everyone expresses their faith in diverse manners and language. I admit to not understanding some of them but that doesn't mean that their faith is demeaned. YHWH's eyes see all and knows all!
Arqios, thank you...that is the spirit I hoped people would bring to it. We do not all speak faith the same way, but that does not make the encounter any less real. 🔥🙏👁️🖤
Most welcome 🙏🏻🕊️
True God does not reside in race, gender, or species. God has no religion speaks all tongues and does not judge. A lovely write my friend that makes its point musically as does nature in its own way. Harmonics a key to love.
Soren, yes...that expansiveness is exactly where my heart is with this. Any god small enough to fit inside our categories is probably just another idol. I love that you heard the musical side of it too...that feels especially fitting for where this one came from. Much appreciated, my friend.🔥🙏👁️🖤
Always most welcome Tristan
Good write T. Does Popeye know this? lol.
Orchi, hahaha...Popeye knows now. 😂 He’s currently squinting suspiciously at Jah’s eyes while muttering something about unauthorized theological surveillance. And...the glugging...THE GLUGGING...of course. 🔥🙏👁️🖤
A sound from the dark abyss - an ominous glug! lol.
Provocative and layered, with imagery that feels deliberately ambiguous—part critique, part cultural confrontation, leaving room for different readings of faith, race, and identity.
Soheil, much appreciated...I’m glad the openness came through. I wanted the poem to press on those fault lines without flattening them and your pointing that out really makes my day. Thanks again, my friend. 🔥🙏👁️🖤
You are very welcome, my friend.
Very catchy .. like an addiction but more clever and packs an almighty but obscenic kidney punch before the encore .. Neville 🖤🖤🏴⚫👍
Hahaha, Neville...catchy, addictive, and mildly injurious. Sounds about right. 😂 🔥🙏👁️🖤
Two lines that are truly magnificent
Only innocence will
Die conscience free
Kuuudos! Powerful as hell itself. 🌹
Agree with the analysis- well done 👍
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