I am sitting in my prision,phone's are ringing,papers are flying.people are screaming,men are digging their graves and sharpening their blades, perparing for the battle.they are hired and dieing, before they make it to the second floor.My body is here,but my mind flying from here escaping, as net's perpared to contain. I walk out of this place,feeling shell shocked and deaf,mindless. The guilt of 30 dead men on my conscience,yet no blood been spilled.