So much for the slaves to the myths of history. Not a mention of the undercurrents of all histories. Powered by the blood of slaves the bodies left as mountains, piled high in recognition of obstacles to come. Some we could not see in mortal form. As men invented Gods to cover their heinous crimes forever
Many Pages
I sat reading turning the many pages mine hands turned as gold I had found purity the pages within spoke to me through the conduits of my vulnerability my blood vessels found the root in the many routes to change the inner vines of life were working well in organic perfection I was here for a time another time to reach involution till my last breath
over us.
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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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