We have never been dealt such blows, they lied of course, nothing is visible they said, as it is now no clarity, no purpose, no nothing, to speak. Of society well it is suspension before change. Drifting meandering meaningless, it all seems apt for its vagueness upon a stair, a rivalry a constant tick before the tock. Anger posed before release. I blame the earths covering with bricks so dense is this of now I ask. Only expansion of this exists. Now blandness and plasticisation is here, no humans just postures of war and rage mostly against an unknown force creeping up upon humanity in a rage once more to the deaths of pointlessness. Universal control over life and death but alas no change, no peace it is not amusing to the young who are loosing hope by the day.
Warrior of Poetry, online poetry archive. 
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