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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
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The Opera of infantry...
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