Words don’t dance anymore vibrant happy inflection, gone in is the dark tone in anger, a new breed has bred and flooding every living space with beards from history. But no cause in justices name from the past. It is now a fashion in the anger of the pointless game of modern life and take note that earth does send it’s care for it knows not of words, it has no mind or tongue. Just wind to blow man’s self gratifying efforts away and leave static hiss, a signal for the giant craft to come what will they think when they inspect the damage we have done.
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