Inferno

 Baseball bat beat down as brazen brutality broadcasts to blind bystanders who betray best brethren. Bypassing the bloodlust because their busy banter is better than beckoning down a bone braking bat bashing bleedout ballet. Reality relapses repeating regret, running roads of rusty razors barefoot. Resisting redemption, realizing only revenge relinquishis a radical renegades wrath. Demons drag defeated cadavers down to the deepest darkest depths, to dreamlike dimensional doorways, directing dead souls drearily in the direction destined for doomed, damned, eternities drowning in decayed defeat