Message from the Box

I have a message from the box.
Check your signals.
Scan for incoming messages.
You’ll find a message in the box.

I have a message from the box.

You have only sixty seconds to comply.
One minute to draw from your dominated soul.
Sculpt your body in the box's craven images.
Mould your brain to mirror the boxes philosophies.
Submit to the box.

I have a message from the box.

The message is today’s, but lay awake.
Tune your mind. Updates to follow.
Tomorrow or the next day.
There’s no lunch break in the box.
There’s no popcorn and videos or home delivered pizza.
You will remain standing at all times within the box.
Stand before it or behind.
Whatever you may find.
You will only know what is already known by the box.

I have a message from the box.

You are cargo within the box.
Human capital bought and sold.
The young replace the old.
Merely servants of the box.
Severed limbs within the box.
Virus, plague and festering pox.
Moral decay to wash away,
Pungent, stinking heaps of rot.
All scanned and mounted in line.
With gaping wrists - canyons wide;
Red river torrents run rampant,
Through the valleys of your palms.
Veins - raised and punctured.
Pumping irrigation lines.
Forever filtering poisonous fluids.
Purify and redistribute to the vast and thirsty crops.

I have a message from the box.

The message promotes rebellion.
Take up the crow bar.
Infiltrate the box.
Let that, which you repel;
Shatter its fickle shell.
Drag your bare skin across the shards.
Bleed that insolence down the glass.
Join the riots and the chants.
Circulate your discontent,
The message will be sent,
On the backs of the bare and the featherless.
The staggering youth spent.
Broken eagle with talons bent.
You’ll find a crowbar in the box.

I have a message from the box.

Let your disparaging moans roll into the chamber.
Let the echo’s fill your mind.
Those beyond and those behind.
Emerge yourself.
Submit and be free.
Take nothing from the world but that, which resides within the box.
You are overcome by the will of the box and although you may not know it,
You are conserved within the box.
Like a stoned mannequin or a beaten action figure,
Buried in the yard aside the ragged bones of those that preceded you.
You are safe within the box.

I have a message from the box.

Check the signal - one, two.
Check the signal.... the signal... one... two....

I have a message from the box.

Prepare to be enlightened.