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“unbroken”
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"Unbroken”
They spoke in cracked syllables,
as if holiness were a hammer and we,
the nails.
But I’ve seen grace
in the unlit corners— not in pulpits,
but in the quiet refusal to pass on poison.
Faith isn’t a costume.
It’s the ache that stays
when no one’s watching.
Let them chase their fix.
I’ll keep my name
out of their mouths and
my soul out of their ledger.
Some truths don’t need shouting.
They just need surviving.
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