Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Will be not posting consistently for the next couple days as I set up my official web site and get some other important next steps in order. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Will be not posting consistently for the next couple days as I set up my official web site and get some other important next steps in order. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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 (
Online) - Published: January 14th, 2018 22:44
- 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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