
Only in a world that labels Karens while
Living in their entitled encampments—
Illusive slide into social delusion—
Venom occasionally strikes irony.
Ecclesial power given to the excluded.
The proof is in the pudding.
Oculus Theos. The Spirit moves.
POET’S NOTE:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection. In every age, people are labeled, dismissed, and excluded by those convinced of their own certainty. Sometimes the irony reveals itself. Sometimes the proof is in the pudding. The Spirit moves.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.



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