God the spaceman, god the alien, god and the world. A world and a recipe, setting the scene.
Wide world and mean air was crystal lungs filled with pure air, a hunter gatherer sticks and stones, fire and brimstone warmth and light, understanding all elements living within the sphere world, however intended now ruled by violence.
Dominant types within spaces unity and poverty no more individual desperation portions of doom, under a dimming sun and hazy skies, downcast days the grey lid of clouds that hide the poor who are poked and prodded in hidden enclaves, in foulest degradation and ridicule.
Must the unseen god now answer for much faithless misery in the downcast days.
Mason Cult .