Hung by a thread that becomes a fuse as society prepares to explode, the strange neighbours become an enemy upon doorsteps, profound there are anthems but there is discord, it’s just a noise emanations of anger, emotions and misunderstanding held
together by a thread. It makes bad noise the money drowns the sound of a lion in retreat that was once a country.
By Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning.. What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this