Unbroken Creed

By: Nathan Fletcher

I make no space for those who pry,

Who judge, who scoff, who question why.

I walk my path on rugged stone,

Where truth is Thine, and Thine alone.

No Sunday stage, no polished show,

I stumble, bleed, I rise, I grow.

You pray, you grip, but cannot steer,

I see it all, your grasp is clear.

Real following is dark, it bleeds, as red orange dawn,

It stumbles, fails, yet still succeeds, because we move on,

Through night, through pain, through blood and conquered fear,

We rise, endure, our vision is all we have near.

Our eyes have seen, our hands have scarred,

We give because we cannot not.

We lift the lost, the ones ignored,

Our mercy earned, our wrath untaught.

Lives are offerings, not for show,

No masks, no charms, no shallow glow.

Simplicity is our sharpest blade,

Clarity the debt we’ve paid.

You hate our choices? Let it be,

Your judgment fades, holds no decree.

Intrusion met with force, not plea,

Distance made permanent, you see.

We walk the hard road, night as friend,

Through trial, fall, and bitter end.

Unpolished, raw, unapologetic,

Life of fire, fierce, kinetic.

Through struggle, loss, through dark and fight,

Our eyes are open, minds alight.

This is our creed, our vow, our fire,

A living flame that will not tire.