This Surgery Will Finish In The Ninth Hour

The doctors and nurses reeled me in a hurry inside 
There was no anesthesia 
But their scalpels ordered me to set my fears aside
... 

Cold... 
Lucifer lifted an eye up to me
On the cross he witnessed 
The blood
             trickle
                       with blasphemy

"I am deemed the master"
He smiled, with no banter
Teeth of richest pearls
Everything to earn

Cold...
The unholy silk sheathed me
Under this blanket I sensed
           The passionate love
                      devoid of scrutiny 
Against the boundary I shrunk under 
                         its holy light 
      burnt without surrender 
"I am deemed the experienced" 
He smiled, all balanced  

So he embraced, and so did I 
In those eyes I witnessed pools of humane torment; pain to testify 
So he lowered himself, not I 
In his kneel, years of anguish raised into a sigh 
The sigh that evoked a cry
A cry that shed the old blood
From where I was nailed to the cross 
From where I shrieked and none came across 
Now the empirical choirs have finally heard
But to no avail, to no avail, for I have learned... 

Warm... 
The surgery is behind you. Wishing you gentle days and a smooth, steady recovery.
Get on your feet soon.