I am the wolf in the sky you’ll hear me when I howl at the moon, I am the supernatural a mother of the night, calling my clan over the mountain tops and echoing in the swoop of the valley below. I’ll shiver your timbers in Turners Wood, I’ll smash your night with howls to remind you of my rule over you and the hidden kingdom of nature.
Tag: English
Royals
The king of life and the king of nothing, the king of death or the bringer of peace laid side by side with nothing to say, they are both dead but the royal one caused death in life in the name of god. The war was called we are right everyone else was wrong, that’s why so many died in foul ways but strangely enough the king and his dead pauper felt nothing. One assumes the grass sensed more, but did not see as only survivors told the history of that day, the day of equality in death, rich or poor.
Game In Heaven
The board game in heaven, planning of wars to come when words turned to weapons in one day, by the minds of those insane, fought in a nightmare world, will it be better to be remembered for notoriety than gone consigned to the general oblivion, meanwhile Mason Cult rests. That is all.
Britain Land Of Bullshit I Mean Brexit.
Let me make it simple for I am a humble soul but I have to say all these so-called Brexiters are they mentally disturbed. We had safety not perfection within the European Union, young people could move around freely, we had the working time directive protecting the vulnerable from being worked to oblivion and we still have a sense of being part of a cultural network that enriches minds and lives of the many and much more.
But now, in a no shit Sherlock moment, the right-wing Tories wish to save their lizard skins by dealing with communist China, a country with a terrible human rights record.
So I say who is principled enough to rise to the morals of this matter, I doubt that anyone will, as this government is essentially running to the tune of the property rich baby boomer and what’s left of wartime Britain. We really do need a portion of media that isn’t controlled by politicians and vested interest dodgy business people, from Mason’s friend Baron Conde and The Equine Police.
Eastern Soldiers
Eastern soldiers by the sea a million or more, I clambered to the high ground in the city the nightmare of invasion had now appeared. Inside the huge hotel I went, I had greased all entrance points windows and elevated to the highest point of the complex. Occasionally peering across the vista to observe the encroaching mass of green uniforms, the number was increasing I headed for the tropical flat roof with its resplendent shimmering pool aware of my dwindling freedom.
I could hear the noise further down in the complex, I just hoped that they were not looking at the the power usage monitoring so I searched for the solar panels. Much of this city had now fled and the power base of the country had now ran, we had
courted the southern countries and now they had arrived, we were the last to be taken.
Now they were enveloping every space of this small island, trouble is that they have also located me, so I will sit here in my unreal world til my rooftop door is knocked down
and then I will see a million more goodbyes I am fading fast and at last a bullet found me fast…