Old man’s wish monotonic wailing away it’s a wish that never was trapped in a chair of diminish, the legs won’t go as get up and go is gone, faded as the sun stained papers by his side. There’s whoosh outside no friends to see just homes aliens driving evolution’s metal meters on the highways day, but old man wish is young inside, a golden sphere rotating light inside his head waiting for the fourth incarnation to start life a new as a young man once more.
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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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