A dark mood overtook Mason Cult in Turkers Wood today, Mason had been in the wood since mid afternoon burning some misbegotten dead monkey puzzle tree, the sky was restless and random interspersed with fork lightening. There is a track that divides Turkers wood into a far more dense area of the wood Mason and his outcast assistants decided to vacate the wood at approximately 7.15 PM, thunder continued its fearful might transmuted to the ground in powerful bolts of lightening, that appeared to disturb the very ground itself. Mason turned near his micro mobile and faced the wood, there was banging near and in the wood an angry roar was heard, horrible noises could be heard. The groan of a man beast angry could be heard we had annoyed the black presence within the forest it roared so angry this happens with Turkers wood regularly I have to tell you this is the beast that occupies Turkers wood a man beast on the prowl.
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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