You can’t trust the alright geezers, there is two lights above the door with some sort of compass beneath, hard edges of correction on show, hand hard to shake, whilst looking at the thumbs,your world is an order.
Through them a life in chains by their kind suspicion is the key to that door, though they walk among many riddles of people, but i would rather reside with god I didn’t wish to be above another, lest he gives me cause for concern. For i am not a Freemason. Mason Cult
Like this:
Like Loading...
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
