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 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
My death stares at me,
It points and speaks,
Calling my name and
Tearing it to pieces.
Impaled, my pride bleeds,
Hanging lifeless, it dies.
Yet, that is only my pride,
There is more left to devour.
My death in Technicolor,
Displayed for the world
To see on a big screen;
Many like a macabre movie.
Sit back, enjoy the show.
My death will begin shortly.
It will be slow and torturous
To ensure your money's worth.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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