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.
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