That blonde cowboy with the guns his bullets are too big he’s about to explode all over the world his sheriffs and Marshall’s claim freedom and being a patriot is his game, he’ll buy your land and sell salty renegade chickens, after the last walk. His money has friend on it as long as you do as I say and not do as I do. it is not one sided so paint a better picture, don’t swallow a bitter pill in the face of flags and weapons. How in hell can I say more.
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