Screaming steel... The eagle falls...
Bones piled high in the frozen mud,
The cross of iron stained with blood.
Needles pierce the screaming eye,
Science built on those who die.
Angel! Dressed in white!
Bring the endless night!
Carve the flesh from bone!
Leave them all alone!
Pressure drops, the lungs collapse,
Twisted flesh in wooden traps.
No god hears the muffled cry,
Only steel and clear blue sky.
Angel! Dressed in white!
Snuff out all their light!
Cut the cord of life!
Sterilize the knife!
Count the numbers on the arm...
Feel the chemical alarm...
One by one, they fade to gray...
Doctor's smile begins to play...
VIVISECTION!
NO RESURRECTION!
FINAL SOLUTION!
EXECUTION!
The snow falls red...
The angels dead...
Whisper: "Arbeit macht frei..."
The Gray Surgeon
© Copyright: Андрей Шишкин 5, 2026
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