It fits so perfect you wouldn’t know it was there, what indeed am I talking about, you wouldn’t have a clue. So why are you here in the middle of this ancient forest awake more than ever. Are you possibly aware that you are not alone if there was to be others in here within, then the average guess would be that they fit perfectly and you may not see them.

But what am I doing wrong that I can’t see them today. I know that they are devils and you will not see them until most suddenly they detach themselves from whatever shape they mimic.

Be it a tree, a bush, tree root or leaves it is not your imagination, if you witness this you might be a little speechless as they will not speak to you.  For they have no reason to do so.  You will never talk to them they are here forever they blow in any wind, move with the flash of lightening on a storm driven night. Come go seamless as they are perfect sexless, sinless, free from you and me.  A child’s dream for they are small with features beyond your call, not a dream but comforters for real they are part of my family so strong. I respected them so they took me in, they are my enchantment for I am with thee in epic device. devic woodland kingdoms where no kings or Queens shall rule over thee.

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

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