Don’t argue over a bible god goes his own way at random and often every day upon a whim, the wind changing direction, a sudden storm breaking, an adjustment below to keep evil moving as devils on earth are many, with so many wanting it is easy to choose vulnerability for the amusement of Asmodeus. Mason cult .
Author: 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
Jewels Of The Night
The days are running out and the nights are catching up the darkness is spreading the stars have gone, universal jewels of the night are tired and our faith has not been restored so best tuck up under the covers and wake up in another world.
Alien Vortex
For hundreds of years now pollution has been building, collecting above us, trapped in layers of many years and that is when the reverse vortex comes in, it identifies levels and strength of pollution the tornado of hope within sucks the pollution in rotation from the point of entry and takes it miles upwards to be released in outer space new cloud renews again as the mysterious hand in the sky continues its guardianship.
The Clunk Of Feet Over Years
Sun upon a sullen dull window. no one knows the behind of a never open curtain, the clunk of feet over years pausing on the cobbled path in silent stop for ten seconds gradually stepping away.
Slow the clunk fading as distance grows inside, dry rot faded and almost silent but for an old mouse and dry spiders, wood weevils, pocket mounds of sawdust in tidily hillocks splodged on a crappy floor every living creature has to find a home the staircase rotten, it stops life going upstairs. That don’t reside inside you, may never escape.
Bash all you care for you will never alight to the other side of the walls because something had happened that no one will ever know the light of a family, as ghosts are now on show.
Alert Invader
Alert invader all you had to do was get out and stretch your legs who is it today grandma cousin or friend, a journey through the mountains and the passage of time, whoosh, wish blink, blink, town lamp shadows. Light & dark cats eyes and counting the angst of parents with pursed lips, one driving, asking of themselves what are we doing, the child is lonely. Mason Cult.