Stars in there own swimming pool, shark infested waters, the rush to rid the rash of the diseased minds presiding over a country of nutters. Marching up and down with pointless banners badly drawn, on a bad day a million gobshites shouting and for who the hell knows what.

In a land of impotency around the hidden crucible of the town and city masonic puppeteers.

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

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