Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I am lagging slightly in my responses to comments on my poems due to a crazy schedule. I will be catching up on them soon. I have read them all and will find the time to respond, but did not want you to think I was ghosting. In the meantime, and always:
Read, Write, Rise, Realize.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
We’re all going to die,
So pull up a chair
And pick your poison.
Murder is self-made.
So pull up a chair
And pick your poison.
Murder is self-made.
The rats run in circles
On torture wheels
That rotate in hate.
The struggle is real.
On torture wheels
That rotate in hate.
The struggle is real.
Open wounds bleed
Into the chalice,
The Holy Grail divine.
The blood is the life.
Into the chalice,
The Holy Grail divine.
The blood is the life.
We’re all going to die,
So pull up a chair
And tune in to the show.
People love to watch.
So pull up a chair
And tune in to the show.
People love to watch.
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is not to be taken literally, as some are apt to do; rather, this is metaphorcal. I’ll let the reader interpret from there.
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