The hamsters are on the wheels again the worms wait underground for your presence to be felt. When our foul ends are rendered to the ground a foul scenario of lifes passage a conscious state drove us
from cradle to grave all illusory, as we went along like a breeze becoming a wind.
It drove many ways many rites of passage, acknowledged a respectful taxpayer, you were and the car you once drove in part of the hamsters wheel , onto lemmings way you drove alas the motor is still in the garage
but you’ll never drive it again .
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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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