
hate is a strong word
but apathy stronger
for it absolutely
cares not to
hate any more
than it cares
to love;
it devours peace’s
dove wings—
but there is no
release,
for the tension
constructed,
built on horror’s hill,
is only an extension
of our souls obstructed—
isn’t our holy hell
such a god-
damned
thrill?
POET’S NOTE:
Part of the Truth, Applied collection.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

This Macabre Monday
Devilishly Dreadful
Saint Sorebones
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.


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