For when humility strikes, sombre morning thoughts of vulnerability and you are for all your time, wherever and however the keyboard plays without a player, some melancholy sound striking cords in your inner temple of failure. Mostly human melodies best describe symptomatic searching for self cure. Now exposed to the auras of mental doubt done. As if waiting for a fall when strength of purpose melts to a pool upon the floor, as a mineral stone drops and ripples sonar to unheard extremities in doubt we are in crest fallen times.
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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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