To find the softest cushion for a soul to land upon, when you have heard a whoosh between gaps to travel and escape the trials and tyranny upon unfeeling unknowing earth. One will ascend beyond physical limitations known to us as our sensory life, the words of the fools will be known more. For their carriages will be burned, they will travel not and only the darkest of forces will catch the evil and we will arrive in a land of light hope and eternity.
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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
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