The disappearing world of the dysfunctional lands all we can do is jump and chant, point and poke at one another in disjointed ways that don’t amount to language, the animal is returning in testosterone velocity, males squaring up and off into the jungle, fights with knives and guns, face hidden apparel the alter ego released in a split second, its called murder for no reason because the talking has stopped and God left your space in days of destruction… the last days.
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