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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
No forgiveness for the weary,
And no mercy for the weak,
This world is cold and cruel
As it devours its children.
Helpless are the young ones
Who strive hard to succeed,
For they are now abandoned
And left desolate in despair.
There is no room for success
For all are on the path to fail.
Set up by a beastly machine,
They become enumeration.
The numbers keep on working,
As cogs in the motor's wheel,
Producing fruit for the beast.
There's no hope for liberation.
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I really enjoyed this It's actually amazing and so (unfortunately) relateable .
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Yes, it is unfortunate. Thank you for reading, relating and commenting!
you're welcome
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you're welcome
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Relatable and well put together
Thank you!
Well written and expressed. I wrote a poem called "The Machine" you should look it up sometime.
Thank you!!! Will do!
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