On the chain, on the run going fast, I know no time for ghosts they slow me down thinking of who they were in the scheme of things they are a vacuous member of the hunter land. I will one day experience to one degree or another in the ghostly kiss of nothing and probably nothing more. I stop it is now silent,I ask myself is that it where’s the life has it really gone that far to now know nothing but I feel less and see little more as I pass through the portal in my shirt time.
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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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