The Opera of Infantry

Ghosts.. lyrical hosts floating in a chaotic coast most of them in need bleeding breath from death dying of hunger a starvation even god can't feed.. Satan starts to seem appealing through healing while stealing their tongues... But I can still hear them humming looney lullabies and soft cries in notes of paramount pleasure A courts gesture "immeasurable beats" as we all take a seat and listen The chior begins and their sins sound magnificant.... I call it . . . . . . The Opera of infantry...