
Sweet heaven, the squeal of righteousness
Troubles the self-righteous revilers;
Reckon there’s gonna be a reckoning.
Yellow and black beats black and white—
Pass on the pretentious—to hell with the devil,
Evil disguised as Jesus evokes the middle-finger Christ.
Revelation has arrived—apocalypse rocks the stage!
POET’S NOTE:
An acrostic Scorched Sunday poem. Part of my Scorched Strays collection and the first in its Rock Band Edition. This poem honors a band scorched from both sides—too Christian for the metal world, too metal for the Christian world—yet still raising holy hell in yellow and black.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.




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