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: satire
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.
Stood A Man & His Young Daughter
In the southern part of a south Asia a country near a border that shall be nameless, stood a man and his young daughter the man’s daughter wished to attend the children’s party in the north beyond the wire fence and prowling dogs a green four terraced building sang the tune of pleasant times drifting across the sea of oppression.
There was a door and a smiling guard who held a note-book & let them through he instructed them that there was a children’s party on the third floor.
The father said “come little one we shall see what this is, you have nothing much to do this day and the snow is falling fast.”
Father and daughter opened the big black door and proceeded to climb the winding stairs nothing in the first room, just bare and cold with strange scratches upon the wall but there was laughter in the second room full of brightly dressed girls and boys but no food or music.
The father was in a hurry and so left the youngster among the rest, he went downstairs out and back over the border for a while as he turned back to the building he could see the outline of a bulky man with glasses
smiling.
The day moved on the father returned asked the guard with his little book to go north and to the big green house , the father entered slowly and climbed the cold stairs to the second room despair struck all the children were dead he panicked and
ran back down the stairs on his way through the door to the south he was stopped by the bulky man in grey coat and glasses, why screamed the father the bulky man turned smiled and uttered with a coldness, because we have no food.