Blood, Steel & Stars: The Rebel’s Manifesto"

A skull beneath the stars, wrapped in a flag that’s seen too many wars.
His eyes reflect a frozen world—cold, merciless, beautiful.
He’s not here to blend in. He’s the last voice of defiance,
carved in bone and ink, with bullets for breath and silence as armor.
Each line, each color, tells a story of a man who chose to burn instead of fade.
You don’t wear this. You carry it—like a battle cry stitched to your chest.
Not for everyone. Never meant to be.