Upon a keyboard that lost the tune no longer did it play out for peace. For peace had come and peace had gone, as in history nothing changes whatever the suit of Man wears. In his modern mask of sophistication and false valour to the flame we are told to defend against what ?.
Of our folly and guilt in the cause of irrational religious justification we have to imagine what that might be when war and disease unbridled in disharmony when eyes are wide and stomachs drawn under blistering sun with no moderation in its being just husks of bodies that once we’re full of promise
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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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