Saint Dirty Face

Somewhere along the way, we were told to play nice. To give pieces of ourselves—time, energy, loyalty—to systems that bleed us dry. Jobs that chew us up. Governments that promise salvation but tax our bones. Relationships where you do all the heavy lifting and get scraps back.

But here’s the dirty truth: the world only respects what you take.

The Spartans didn’t show up to Thermopylae asking for fair terms. They didn’t negotiate. They didn’t split the pie. They stood in the mud, looked a thousand Persians in the eyes, and said:

“You want something from me? Come and rip it from my dead hands.”

That’s the posture. That’s the blood oath.

GIVE THEM NOTHING

Don’t give your soul to a job that sees you as a cog. Don’t give your silence to a system built on lies. Don’t give your heart to those who wouldn’t bleed for you. Don’t give your loyalty to anyone who’s already selling you cheap behind closed doors.

You owe them nothing. Nothing but the refusal to bend.

TAKE EVERYTHING

Take back your time.

Take back your voice.

Take back your fire.

Take back the dignity they tried to strip from you when they said, “This is just how it is.”

Every “no” you spit back in their face is a victory. Every refusal to kneel is a crown. Every time you stand unbroken, you’ve already stolen something they can’t buy back.

This isn’t about violence. It’s about posture. A war stance for the soul. Because in a world built to drain you dry, survival is an act of rebellion.

So, stand up. Cloak on. Sword drawn. Eyes locked.

And when they come for you—when they demand you give them what they don’t deserve—answer with the only war-cry worth remembering:

“I’ll give you nothing. But I’ll take everything.”

✊🏻 Stay Dirty, Stay Dangerous.

– Saint Dirty Face