The False Sinners
It’s not absolution we want (the false sinners) it’s vindication from the most understood accusations profuse, in a misunderstood lifetime, under the curve of change. Under a moon so variable…
The King of Demons
He serves me his leftovers from the trial on earth and tells me try and start again the wall i bounced off was too hard but i kept walking like…
Mason Cult Poems For The Modern Hell The Ideal Xmas Pressie.
The mind of maverick poet Mason Cult, grappling the hell of modern living, poetic despair and deep thinking. Mason at his most difficult and reflective moods in his fourth poetry…
Advent of Dawn
Advent of dawn in the light of the lenses shining upon droves of trailing wanderers emerging from dawn mists in greys, apparel from where we know, not yet disturbing shadows,…
49 Pints & a Keebab…
Piston Pete the domination class, thirty five porn children later and there is disregard for you he does not care for you me or the world. As another screaming innocent…