Holly's War - From Holly War's Mural

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.