Patients Of The Slaughterhouse

You struggle aguishly in captivity of fever

With a silent plea of clenched jaws

Mutilated body spit with suppurated bleeding

From among sutures of murderous cuts

At the flash of consciousness you sob voicelessly

With bloody tears of deathly suffering

Hateful pain pierces the swollen limbs

Imprinted by untimely decease

Ruthless butchers with academic tiles

Swear on an oath of moral decadence

Among silent prayers contaminated by fear

You tear apart the sticky cocoon of nightmares

Just to awake in the macabre of reality

Lethal gangrene hungry for a helpless victim

Bites into your wounds with infected fangs

You shudder at the last stage of martyrdom

Irreparably deafened by a wailing requiem

Sinister stench of postoperative complications

Strangles your senses on the hospital death bed

Esteemed executioners in surgical masks

Cut the human material with contempt

For the sake of ideological absurdity system

You freeze in the clutches of inevitable death

Which crushes emaciated life in a sadistic act

Criminals of pseudo-medical experiments

Quarter humanity with merciles scalpels

In the macabre world of reversed Decalogue