Bella Horrida Bella

Overloading contradictions Heads to heads, fated collisions An exchange of blows never ending A grim nightmare in the making. Casualties, bodies everywhere a surreal view of morbid lust In the eye, a killer crosshair aimed with precision, death's a must. Reflections on what future holds with what hands are capable of the harmony of war unfolds deep down below in hell's abode Hatred breeds hatred in a loop, an infinity with a twist our existence all in one scoop laid in textbook manner, its gist Ahead reality's marble drawn out in a fated circle A call to arms to fill that hole? Or rather, pray a miracle.