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The Feral Cat A Tortured Soul A Poem By Mason Cult.
This is the tortured trapped soul of the feral cat the mouth is open and twisted with pain as a misery never to end there are hundreds of tiny feline footprints for a mile on this desolate track .
The air vibrates in pain yowl and fear as if we cannot answer the unknown wish of the King tom cat of Turkers Wood, oh cats of feral kind your faces are embellished forever in the crying fear of the damned end !.
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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