Born to die only once
But also this time given for pleasures
Passes in awful exruciatings
Under of knife of fighters with death

Short appointments with death
So who are they? Anger or kind?
They who trusts onlu blood and pain
Stepping down on broken human fates

Forget everything you loved there
Here is kingdom of halfdead agony
Pity - concept forgotten by them
Scream as epicenter of disturbing force

Cutting up flesh on bloody desks
They break you from death
To prolong unsignificant existence
More one incomplete in world of tracing plans

Only truth here is hartred
Remains discarged in pile of molding remnants
Native faces behind the glass of operational
Their turn soon will come

Forget everything you loved there
Here is kingdom of halfdead agony
Pity - concept forgotten by them
Scream as epicenter of disturbing force

Light at the end of dark tunnel
Doctors crowded near the body...
Why I see it from above?
What waits for me
Behind this door with placard "Surgery"?

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