Down, Down, Down

Somebody who looks as much like a priest as this place looks like an asylum, writing instructions on the wall. Talkign aobut God. Tells me not to be afriad.
How was I ever part of this inhuman bullshit greed-driven mroal genocide? The mosnters Murkoff ripped from tortured minds, the lengths their jack-booted business school worms will go to protect it. Their own men slaughtered. I've never prayed in my life, Lisa, but if some small-minded interventionist god is listening, kill Jeremy Blaire befor eI die. Sanity and avarice. There's no pain he doesn't deserve.
there is no radio. No hope of reaching the outside world. Only escape.
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