Look Through Me & Search Light of Truth, It Rains Germs

Look through me like a god, you know I trust you. Implicit are those eyes shining under the conspirators mantle. We are to believe you as a father figure, as sky universe and all that befalls us. In turgid times wandering to the cliff edge, decanted, to the beach. Washed with an outgoing tide down to another life unseen.

Search For Light

Be of a search for light, truth and sanctity of mind. Raise high the long white steps upon the mother-ship of brightness. Bright, of light years long, another galaxy, we go leaving behind all that is bad. Of sweet pastures we now tread in crystal air and new clouds.

It Rains Germs

Stay calm there is a tsunami of germs on the way they are riding the air currents they can creep through all. Gaps in doors and frames when it rains, germs will drop, it’s creeping and crawling microdots, it is coming he’s called Barry Virus, I mean who would call a virus Barry he is in disguise he cometh from the skies above.

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 View all posts by Mason Cult Poet