Purple skies.
I smell the scent of gunsmoke.
Bodies rested in a pool of blood.
A foolish love.
I've been unplugged.
With a skyview.
Purple haze spilling through the clouds.
Proof.
I'm free.
Mentally.
These chains freezing physically.
Rigidly.
Making veins of ice.
Vividly.
You see my shine.
A young Godd with a vision.
Visualizing all the odds.
Some odds lefts incisions.
Above the odds, I am.
I must.
Ricocheting bullets drown out the music.
An attempt to kill the spirit.
Immortal like Sun.
Phoenix.
The one to rise 6 from dirt.
The one composed of 6 till hearse.
Bred to 6 at birth.
War born.
Dressed for the night they make me star.
Dust.
I rise.
m.n.i.w
 1900
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Holly's War (From Holly War's Mural)
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