…..All attempts to move only excites frustrations, although buried alive, I can hear loved one’s cries in heavy rotation, this is more than testing my patience, it’s designed to break a man’s spiritual cadence, an attempt to kill that still voice and internal maintenance; that same voice whispered in my ear, it said not to fight being in here, fighting restraints draws internal screams and my captors laughter, I hear my loved one’s screams for the pastor, slaps and smacks came after, those bastards put their hands on my grandson, buried alive cause I tried to be a man and protect him, this box is designed to teach me to fear and respect them, but upon my release I’ma kill every two legged beast in sight with a rectum.