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Days of sheep and lambs to slaughter, days of indecision and loss of spirit, days of shouting loud to anthems, by vain and colourless music spirits, days of no direction of compass wheel rusty, days of children who do not know why they were born, days of populations eating landmass.

End of days in devotion sincerity a sin, days of rudderless morals the sexes of all temptation, days of missing points coming to full stops, days of lost children shouting for help.

The day Jesus left town we all cried, is our Father in heaven leaving his vulnerable children now alone in days and nights of  indifference’s, days of the meek now unable to speak.

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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