God I am dead now, what do I do… I have been stuck in this box for days, the aliens or is it the angels said they are coming to rescue me, but alas no arrival, no beat of wings, so am I really dead or have you gone and left me in an unknown psychic wilderness, my soul is tired, so much for insurance, so much for god and faith, so much a con.
They lied. I could not find the pearly gates. Perhaps they would not let me, the penny chew, the shop, me a child, in the back pocket it went, I stole it. Forgive me god I have sinned.
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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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