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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The blackened mist appears now and again,
Like a wispy shadow figure rising up
From the damp floor of the lions den;
It suffocates those that breathe it.
It fills the Sky with an evil gloom
Upon its release from pride's abode,
Impregnating the world as a womb
From which blackened curses are born
The innocent are killed and laid waste,
While those on top seeth in their pride
And find more victims to boil into paste;
Where will this hate find its needed end?
While no darkness can withstand the light,
It takes more than a candle to break through
And more than one flame to win the fight;
But each candle's lost before more can amass.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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Comments2
Pride certainly wreaks havoc and thanks for this needed reminder. Good read.
Thank you! Much appreciated!!!
Well written and expressed Great write
Thank you so much!
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