Hardcore Creed Poem by Colin Pickett

The constant rush, the brush of death is all I need and know.
To go and leap before I look to flow with speed and show.
To fight the bonds that hold me down, to boldly conquer life.
This is how I roll each day,
away from fear and strife.
The meek will one day own the land,
and I'm ok with that.
I'd rather live too strong too fast,
and then in heaven stand.
You have to fight the wrong and right
to come out standing in the end.
You have to life like a man
and never weakly bend.