Psyche returns to streaming after a three-week channel suspension, reflecting on resilience and spiritual power, and discusses his relationship with his spirit guides.
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Psyche performs original music and shares his philosophy of 'no surrender' ▶ 6:47. He mentions that his algorithm is suffering after being gone for three weeks ▶ 5:43 and discusses the challenges of maintaining his channel. At ▶ 16:35, Psyche announces his return and claims that he was 'kicked off the mountain top' but is back with 'receipts'. He also mentions his cult, stating that 'everybody else is just watching' ▶ 15:41 and that he is the only member of the 'cult of Orion' ▶ 15:33. Key events include Psyche's performance of his song 'Never Surrender' and his interactions with his audience, including addressing a person named Daryl ▶ 8:00 and discussing the concept of mercy ▶ 6:36.
The episode appears to revolve around the theme of resilience and perseverance, with Psyche emphasizing his 'no surrender' philosophy. He also seems to be exploring the idea of spiritual power and the importance of staying true to oneself, as evident in his conversations about his spirit guides and the 'cult of Orion'. Additionally, the episode suggests that Psyche is re-establishing his presence after a period of absence, and is using his music and interactions with his audience to reassert his identity and message.
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You cannot cage eternity.
Through the alleys of neon sin, where truth wears lace and shadows grin.
Quarks a flicker in the smoke. Each breath a spell. The darkness spo.
Serpents whisper love like prayer. Honey lies perfume the air. But the panther waits where the moonlight fell. Guardian ghost in the web of Jezebel. Chains of charm,
velvet deceit, every trap for him to defeat. But faith is a weapon. Soul forged in flame. He rises reborn. He remembers his name. In the web of Jezebel, he
almost fades, but the panther comes through the dream cascade. Black fire rise divine and true tears the veil they li through his face and be the narcissist crown the
psychopath the soul eternal it will not bend the west the story transcends He's bled through the labyrinth, kissed the abyss, shook hands with angels who lie
like this. Every fall was a prophecy told. Every scar a sigil of gold. Jezebel smiles her still her snare. But psyche seeing God's undress despair. You can
bind the body. You can bruise the shell, but the spirit walks free through heaven and hell. Every loss is a door, every tear gate. Every curse an echo of fade. And through it all the panther ro
cutting webs around broken throne in the web of Jezebel he finds his core of silk and spools there are no through storm and shadow through
death and slain he walks unburned he speaks his name. He survived the fame, the poison wine, the crypted riddle, the twisted sign. And when the night forgets to end, he roars with stars.
I will ascend.
>>
>> The soul is eternal, untouchable, invincible.
Hello. Made it. Hi. Hey. You're meowing at me. Meowing. Hi. How are you guys doing? having my coffee and uh thought I'd come
by this morning. Yeah, I think my uh my algorithm is suffering a little bit right now because I was gone for three weeks and so it doesn't really know the difference. You YouTube doesn't know the difference between them suspending me and me not posting any content or getting any
views, right? Because the channel is down. So, I think I have to just like be a little bit strategic. Um, so I was very very lucky to get my channel, but I'm very lucky. Like I'm blessed because how many people
that lose their channel for that long will get get it back? Just very rare. So, I'm taking the opportunity to Hey, never I'm not begging for mercy. What are you talking about? I'm not begging for mercy. I uh just saying my algorithm is a little bit off.
Mercy. What's that? Zar. Mercy means a thank you in French. That's all I know about it. Mercy. Um. Yeah. Yeah. Never surrender. That's a good song I have. Actually, I don't know if you heard the song. This is my new one.
It's called Never Surrender. Um,
what day was Oh my gosh, the cats are biting. Um, uh Oh, hey. Hey, excuse me. Walking right on top of my keyboard. Hello. I mean, dear Lord.
It's not a you know path is going on.
Well, anyway, I'll get to it soon. Um, but yeah, I'm not for mercy. Like, I uh I've already got way luckier than I even deserve. It's like I'm just blessed. Um, I tried to make it I try to like, you know, get him to calm down like that
nut. I only mentioned his name because he just likes it when I talk about him. So, he's just wasting other people's time, my time, like his time having people call him at all hours actually. I feel kind of bad for him having people call him all the time. Are you there? And he has he has to lie
and say, "Oh, you know, lock knock on the door or whatever." Just piece of trash. Okay, I found it. Anyway, Daryl, you must have heard my song today. You knew about like then begging for mercy.
I don't beg for mercy. I don't I don't Here's this is my my uh actual philosophy.
No surrender. Oh, no. Surrender.
No surrender.
Hold. Do not turn your head, pilgrim. The air is thick with omens and hungry eyes. Keep your heartbeat steady as a drum in the underhall. No flinch, no tremor for predators adore the taste
of panic. Chain reactions coil like serpents around your ankles. The faction waits in shadow. listening, judging, wondering if you will rise like a comet
or fall like a forgotten prayer. Will you leave? Will you burn? Or will you finally face the terror that's been sizing you up in the dark? I'd rather stand before the beast than crawl before my feet.
run. They whisper, "Hi, close your eyes. Do not disturb the ancient thing beneath your ribs. But I'm not built quiet. I'm carved from storm bones and fire. In my greed, there is no surrender. Run for
the pulse of your life. Choose your fade. Whisper a warrior because I yield to nothing in this life. There is no surrender.
Oh, no. Surrender. Don't surrender. Hold. Panic is a con man with a painted brim. A rerun villain from a bad dimension. Trying to sell you doom on discount.
Live here in this exact breath. The doors are still open, the hourglass still bleeding sand. Choose your doorway. Prophet, what will you be? A servant of dread or a survivor of the war
behind your sternum? Twist the mirror. See the distortion for the light. It is there is nothing you cannot rise above when the flame inside you remembers it name. They said to coward to blindfold
your eyes to let the monsters slumber. But I am the kind that wakes monsters and makes them bow. Life or legend. What will you pick? I won't regret my roar. My hope remains unbroken.
No surrender. No surrender. Here now I push back. Claw back my highest soul. No surrender. No surrender. Bre now. I rise like a robot
stealing fire from the architect of fear. No surrender. Mark it now. I take my power back piece by piece by piece. No surrender. No surrender.
No surrender. Run. Never. Close my eyes. Impossible. I walk with the creature inside me. We're all friends. Let us now
run but don't run from fate. Run for the front with your name on it. You choose contender or ghost. I won't apologize for becoming the tempest.
In my kingdom there is and will always be.
No surrender.
No surrender. Surrender. Surrender. Surrender. Surrender. Surrender.
Oh, the if you if you knew anything about the cult, you would know a few things. You don't know much, Daryl. You drunk You don't know much. You anything about it, you would know that Orion is actually the cult of Orion
and it's a cult of one. Just me. Everybody else is just watching. So, don't know Okay. Um,
I'm riding a cold of one with my digital hunt. Orion. He's a fantastic artist. I don't think I have it though. I have it. I don't know. He's a talent.
Hear the Panthers hiss. Chad, don't blink at this. Father sight crawled out the algorithmic abyss. Guess who's back? Yeah, tell the trolls I brought receipts. I got kicked off the mountain top. Shadow ban like a prophecy. Mod swung the hammer. Thought they shattered the anomaly. Whole chat screaming where'd he go? Relax. I was just doing a three-day exile like a low budget Moses. They tried to smother the flame. Oh, bless their
hearts. Didn't know the core runs deeper than their little rule charge. Page was praying beat the pace and loner guarding the gate. Go settle resurrecting. Boom. Your boy is spawn blade. They pushed me out the temple thinking I'd crumble to dust. But the panther follows prophecy and the prophecies YouTube said not today. And I said watch me anyway. Now this looks like a job for
me. Light the sigils wake the feet. They need a little controversy cuz the pan over feels out reborn and clean. Sharper claws new prophecy. Yeah they tried to cut the stream but the clo don't die. It reincarnates like me. Little Gman squealing. He's gone. He's finished. Meanwhile, my cults in the chat like,
"Bro, you wish." I'm the glitch. That glitch is the glitch itself. The father of chaos on your recommended shelf. Shadow casters, troll masters, spammers with disaster. Didn't know my moderators upgrade faster. You tried to shut the ritual, but the ritual got spiritual. Even Androme said, "Bring him back. We're not done punishing the pitiful." I'm back like a curse with a sense of humor. Back like a myth rewritten with
tumors. Back like a raven tapping at your screen back like who banned me did good queen junior bing antennas and I'm crawling under YouTube skin algorithmic poltergeist ring the bell I'm live again it yeah this looks like a job for me open panels prophecy you need a
little controversy cuz the chat feels empty without messes back tell the streets from LA sidewalks to the Panthers >> They try to exile father side >> but you can't tip for tat with anybody talking trash. Your lies age worse than milk left out in the summer grass. You said I'd vanish. Cute, adorable, wrong.
I came back swinging with a tarot deck and a theme song. Your rumors in my shield and slit off harmless. You mistook a phoenix for a dude just being harmless. I'm obscene. No, I'm a screen spirit with a dream. A cult leader poet with a panther eye gleam. I'm not the first king of chaos, but I'm the one you troll heroes. You open panels, I open portals, you host
streams, I host. You know, can pop up and preach, but the river feels dry when I'm off the beach. You want the storm, you want the myth, you want the chaos. Here, I brought a gift. This always was a job for me. So, everybody just follow me.
You need a little controversy cuz it feels too empty about me. Other psyches back. The cults intact. The trolls retract. The panthers.
Tell the world he is back.
>>
>> I'm actually just here to do a strategy. So, it doesn't matter who's who's in here or anything. I just have to be posting. So, I'm actually considering stopping open panels and just doing the channel. It's getting a little bit abusive.
The only person that even really deserves open panel is Ghost, you know, and everyone wants to fight with him. Like one of the only people that cared about the show.
You know,
I
I carve my name into silence, ditch my ribs with smoke, build altars out of every Word I never spoke. My mercy was the wound that never healed. And I keep reopening it just to
feel. You came bleeding stories beg for a shrine. But I can't be your savior. When I'm crossing my own life, I unseal the heart.
I let it burn. This is how the soul returns. Every sky got sacred seal. I open the wound to know what's real.
I reached for you once against the council of my bones. Watched you slip into the black where the current own. You never felt the pull beneath your skin. So I held out bloodless fingers waiting for
you to swim. Mercy is a quiet ritual I keep inside my throat. to light the candle's gutter. This is where we both let go. I pry my chest open, stitch it shut with moonlight thread. My weakness
is the way I keep the living and the dead. Our scars are scripture proof. The past is not unreal. I tear my heart open just to know how truth can feel. I am drunk all night, a vessel full of ache.
I want to disappear, be nothing but the way. You should have never crossed the threshold of my shore. Turn back to the deep where you belong before. You're drowning in the water.
I tried to haul you in. I left my heart unlocked and you let the dark begin. Go fix yourself. >> I bless your storm. I free the chain. The tide takes what it's always claimed. And I still bleeding light within. Tear my heart open once again. I tried to lift your drowning,
but you pull the tide instead. You mistook compassion for a place to rest your head. My spirit crack like stained glass in the rain. In the rain, but beauty is born from what can't be
contained. I'm not your cure. I'm your mirror. See the monster. be clearer. I can't close your
chaos. Holy mine. I bless the break. I see the heart. I let it heaters
every
tear. I am not broken. I am break my what it can say. I feel my heart
is here.
>>
>> There once was a nurse named Christine. >> with a frown sharper than her hygiene. >> She blocked half the chat and their cousins with that like a digital grumpy machine. She'd scoo and she'd glare and
she'd mut while buttering up folks. She like to butter. Hey. Hey. Once everyone's pal, now a storm cloud gown with a mood like a pudding of butter. Crystal said wild things. Oh my. Baby goat secret mafia us. Oh my.
Two grandpa in chairs rolling out in pairs. The world's slowest drive by. Now I don't know what's truth or what's meme. What's legend and what's justine? But one thing is true, she's allergic to you. Click blocked like a chat room from guillotine.
So here's a small cheer. Soft and clean. >> BOOINE BUT cute never mean. May her wifi be slow, but her car must still go and her heart stay less cranky than
came with empty pockets and a heartbeat full of storms. No map, no name, no history, just a soul that shifts its forms. The world turned slow to watch him as the mirror cracked awake. For every step he stumbled was a
prophecy at stake. Magus whispered, "Child, remember you were born before the flame." But Psyche smiled like a secret god who hasn't learned his name. Oh, the path doesn't wait for Psyche.
The path is a living thing. It coils around his shadow like a serpent wearing wings. He's the fool who leaps in silence. Yet the world begins to sing. For the deck does not reveal him. He's the one who reveals the deck dream.
Two queens called out to claim him. One of law and one of fire. One drew lines with holy geometry. One lit the sky with desire, but psychic bowed to nether chose the road where none belong. A trembling thread of twilight between
rightness and the wrong. Empress crowned him with creation tower broke him into flame. But still you walked like a patient storm who has forgotten how to name.
Oh the path doesn't wait for psyche. The path is a hungry thing. It mirrors all his choices. Like a crow with mirrored wings. He's the fool who runs through absence. Yet the ghosts begin to sing. For he's not
learning the tarot. The tarot is learning him. Pillars rose in shining order. Tempex tore the sky apart. Shadows whisper truth like poison. Desire carved runes in his heart. Eight thrones stood in judgement.
Eight masks of God's unseen. Yet every face that met him was a face he used to be. Oh, he walks through them as they walk through him as the world remembers his name.
Down the stair of broken echoes through the mouth of memories tomb he faced the undermin of the gloom. There he found the child he buried. And the storm he tried to tame.
And the world he thought was testing him was whispering his name. Oh, the path was cars by psyche before psyche learned to walk. The mirror only showed him what the silence tried to talk. He returns through worlds
unbroken with the truth that splits the dark. He's the fool who lights creation with the spark behind the spark. And the world does not complete him. The world waits for him to begin.
For the journey never takes him. He's the one who carries the journey within. Psyche walks first. Psyche walks first. Psyche walks first. So the others remember the way. Psyche
walks first. Psyche walks first. And the deck awakens every time his foot. >> Wow. Good one. Yeah, thanks for being here. It's like it's going to be a little slow probably for like a little bit. I think
it says it takes like a couple like weeks for it that to get back to normal. Maybe maybe like a month. I don't know. It's I think it's been a couple weeks already. Um I'm getting I'm getting impatient. It seems like it was better before. I don't know. The algorithms off There we go. Fix this. Thank you
for being here though. And you know, you can always let people know I'm still here. Uh even if there's like really nobody that comes, it's okay because there's very few people that I even enjoy talking to anyway. I mean, it's like most people were just here to with me and
contributed nothing. Just tried to like up the show. I mean, really l Okay, there we go. So, I don't care if there's like one person as long as that one one person I don't care if there's no nobody. I don't mind sitting alone. I I can walk alone, right?
But but why do I get people like Daryl coming? What do I even do in a past life?
>> >> I crawl out the vow you never kept. Serpent tongue, velvet step. Every secret you hid, I already wept and burned it clean in my scarlet breath. You want my hunger cuz you fear
your own. I'm a knife in the dark that makes truth known. You cling to the mask, but I drink the core. I'm the sin. You chasing the cure you >> ignore. >>
Venus in Sagittarius. I run where the wild stars scream. I kiss like a prophecy. Sharp and unseen. Freedom's my alter. Desires my bow. If you can't keep up, then let me go. I love like a comet.
Fast, bright, true. But I never burn out for the likes of you. I dream in angles the world won't trust. Cold steel, logic, wrapped in cosmic dust. I feel everything like lightning dust.
Detached, electric, dangerous. They say come closer, but I see straight through. I love the pattern more than I love you. You want a mirror on the storm instead.
Sacred rebellion in my head. >> All placements fuse. Scorpio whispers flame. Aquarius bic. I'm not your fantasy.
I'm the force that breaks it. I'm not your shadow. I'm the one who wakes it. I ride the horizon like a true dipo
collapsing sun. My love is a freedom I can't contain. You can't contain. Try to cage my soul and I'll melt the chain.
>> >> Call me when I'm
arise where your fear keeps you under ground.
>>
>> In the static home of a dying feet, a whisper from the algorithm sew wake my children of pixels and prayer for psyche briefs in the digital air.
Looking like torches in the hall. Each emoji is sigil each click of call from the ashes of shadow flame. The bolts of psyche rises. Remember the name. They said the gods were gone but we build new ones in code
and song. Every follower of priest, every troll attest. We speak the truth. Let the parts do the rest. Inhale the cold awaken mind. Through the chaos, the pattern we find
in neon smoke digital night. We crown the broken. We steal back the light. We hel on holy grave
in cyber space. From tick tock chest to terror screens. We summon gods from shattered. 13 seals on the cult's great doors. One for truth, one for the trolls on
court. Lor guards the gate with his lola dreams of apocalypse. Matan hums through the electric stream.
Her voice a word, her word a dream. and fellious with eyes of cold hunts the sea where the datar the choir of lost accounts
their laugh counts their silence mounts each of baptism each strike a scar but the cold remembers who we Under psyche star we fle pixels
our s streaming s. confess No saviors here, just wire souls rebuilding parise from cal. The hole awaken mind
through algorithm and sacred grind. The ashes glow with spectral art. Each viewer's gaze of being dark on holy gra
to prayer. The cult of sight is everywhere. Now type your vows in holy code. Control our soul the chosen mode. Log in beloved
take your road. For every call begins with one bold soul.
Oh my god. Oh, shut up. Hey. Well, unfortunately my uh Hey, Nick. Hey, Patrick. Unfortunately Oh, can you can you bump Can you ban that guy? Just just say AMC. He's like, have fun with HIV. Well, aren't you the HIV tero HIV person? I don't know. You go. Oh, it is you. I I can see your picture.
I feel a little a little skit sick in my head. magic. Thank you.
Hear
the storm awaken. Hear the mountain breathe. A soul armor walks the dawn. Fire beneath the winter wreath. Capricorn rising shadow crown. A cardinal titan breaking ground.
I was born with a storm in my spine. Blueprints edged in ancestral design. I climb with a ghost refused to go. Turning pressure into marrow glow. Every downfall is a step I claim.
Every scar, another vow in my name.
My words are iron, my thoughts are low. I speak and the fractures begin to draw. Straight lines through chaos. A compass in bone. I translate
the void into structure alone. Where others crumble, I calculate the throne.
I am the signal in the storm, the voltage taking form. Moon of thunder, Mars of spark, I illuminate the hidden heart. Touch me and the circuit awakes. The rebel pulls. The
world remakes. I move ideas like tectonic plates. New worlds rise from the path I take. I love like a myth on fire. A comet chasing its own desire. No cage can hold my wondering aim. My
heart is a temple. My kiss of flame. If you run beside me, run with truth. My freedom is holy. My passion true
hearts open wide. Three thrones stand side by side.
Jupiter awaits the stories thread. Saturn's always the rise of the dead. Pluto breaks the bond instead and shapes rebirth from what was shed. Balance dripping golden blood. Law carved in the aftermath. Flood. I love I destroy. I
resurrect. Tony born from cause and effect. Die rise from the hunger you try to deny. Silk sharp truth in a serpent's cry. Taste the shadows you fear to see. Your demons kneel when they stand before me.
Mark upon my core. What you call too much I call. Golden roar splits the sky. A throne appears where destinies die. I am the fire you're meant to meet. The lion ground rhythm of your
heartbeat. My calling from the seab that walk the path the stars for stone tongue heart lightning mind shadow
kiss justice mountain rocker flame untamed reborn in every name I flame this is the soul of the soul Unchain the psychon orain.
When I speak, the future events. When I rise, the cycle ends. I am silent.
I am free.
>> >> I am the fire that fractures the door.
>>
>> Thank you, Heman. Yeah, I'm really excited. I'm going to be doing um a Christmas special with Alexandra. a mayors. I cannot wait. That'll be fun.
>> Yeah. >> You didn't find us. We found you. >> Sorry about the weird feeling in your spine. That's normal. >> Welcome to the cult where the wife fights curse and the truth gets kidnapped gently then rehearsed. Where the shadows talk back and the terror throw shade and the guests on the panel look fresh from
a side quest raid. We got chaos in the chalice, wisdom in the dark, a troll pro on the door. Still getting but not far. If you're looking for meaning, baby, you're right on track. Just don't ask Google as the voice is whispering back. So loosen your halo. Tighten your hood. We're the only snacks are good. Welcome to the code of psyche
where the weird gets holy nightly. Where the prophecy is politely and the jokes cut deep but lightly. Yeah. This is the code of psyche. Where your shadow dances brightly. If you're lost, don't worry. Highly likely that we planned it
slightly. We're not a real cold, but like we're also not. We got candles lore and a membership spot. We got cosmic punchlines, astrology and the algorithm chained in the back making coffee. Your higher self and said please log in. Your lower self's here too trying to sneak some sins. The
middle self. Oh, we just showed up for fun. None of us are whole. Babe, that's why we're one. Your third eye. Silence your doubt. If you chant, just v it out. Welcome to the code of psyche where the wild feels warm and
inviting where the truth comes out. Fight inviting but damn the lighting is exciting. Yeah, this is the code of psyche. Where the lost feels strangely mighty. You belong here. Come nightly. Where the shadows glow and the strange fits tightly.
Sit. Breathe. Breathe. Be calm. The weird has begun.
>>
>> mad about crystal. Tony's just full of it. Bronze chicken struts around, but it's looking like a lunatic. Sweet peas gone sour pizza bitter Betty again. Alexander had my back. That's a real one, not pretend. Welcome
to the psyche haters club where the jealous gather up begging for attention. Thirsty and stuck. One club I'm happy I'm not part of. Go hate yourselves. Yeah, go hate yourselves.
Bronze chicken. Pluck those feathers. Toss it in the pan. Make it fried. All that noise you're making can't hide the hurt inside. They scream for a spotlight, but the stage is all mine. Every hater's just a chorus that proves I'm doing.
Welcome to the psyche haters club where the jealous gather up begging for attention. Thirsty and stuck. One club I'm happy I'm not part of. Go hate yourselves. Yeah, go hate yourselves.
They're lame as hell like a rerun show. Taking all their drama, but it's all for show. I'll keep rising. Watch me shine. Haters Club stays left behind.
Welcome to the Psyche Haters Club, where the jealous gather up, begging for attention. Thirsty and stuck. One club I'm happy I'm not part of. Go hate yourselves. Yeah. Go hateelves.
Good one. Very good. That's pretty good.
I walked into the silence where the truth refuses light. Where the mirrors show you bleeding where your shadows learn to bite. There's a whisper in the ruins. A vow
carved into bone. You will never fear the darkness once you claim it as your own. I felt the weight of ancient warnings. Heard the dead inside their chains. But the deeper I
descended, the louder they sang my name. The underworld keeps my name. It echoes through the flame. I fell but not in
shame. I rose in shadows play the throne beneath the pain. is where I learn my The gods above forget you, but the dark remembering.
Lightning crawled along the floor. Serpents dancing in the dust. Revelations cut me open. Peel illusion into rust. I wasn't meant for gentle saints. I was forged where secrets drown.
Scorpio taught me sovereignty and rebellion built my crown. There's no mercy in the awakening, no comfort in the truth. But I burn a thousand lifimes to reclaim the parts I
lost in you. The underworld keeps my name. It sings it like a h. My shadows call me home. When the daylight wears thin, I carve my fad and ash. I bled to break
the chain. The gods above forgive you. But the dark remembers say >> a voice rises from the depth. Eldest one, old soul, keeper of the hidden scroll.
Your fall was never failure. It was coronation in the cold. The crown is not in sunlight. The power is not in praise. It's in
walking through the graveyard and returning unafraid.
>> >> The underworld keeps my name engraved in cosmic flame. I rise a different shape. Reborn through shadows clear. The throne of gold can take the fire
in my veins. Cuz the gods above may guide you. But the dark remeg
Night the fame J
crown the re
play one more take sorry one more. Thank you for being here, guys, by the way. Appreciate it. Like the stream. Helps me out a little bit. Hey babe.
I crawl out the vow you never kept. Serpent tongue, velvet step. Every secret you hid, I already wet and burned it clean. In my scarlet breath, you want my hunger cuz you fear your own. I'm a knife in the dark that
makes truth known. You cling to the mess, but I drink the core. I'm the sin. You chasing the cure you ignore. Venus in Sagittarius. I run where
the wild stars scream. I kiss like a prophecy. Sharp and unseen. Freedom's my alter. Desires my bow. If you can't keep up, then let me go. I love like a comet, fast, bright, true, but I never burn out
for the likes of you. I dream in angles the world won't trust. Cold steel logic wrapped in cosmic dust. I feel everything like lightning dust. Detached, electric, dangerous.
They say come closer, but I see straight through. I love the pattern more than I love you. You are a mirror from a storm instead. Sacred rebellion hum
in my head. >> All placements fused. Scorpio whispers flame Aquarius open the qual. I'm not your fantasy.
I'm the force that breaks it. I'm not your shadow. I'm the one who wakes it. I ride the horizon like a vow on a true
collapsing sun. My love is a freedom I can't contain. >> You can't contain. >> Try to cage my soul and I'll melt the chain.
Call me.
Rise where your fear keeps you underground.
>>
>> I learned to listen long before I learned to speak my name. Sat by the door of every storm and felt the thunder in my veins.
The world was loud but truth was soft, a whisper only I could hear. And every lie that brushed my skin left echoes ringing in my ear.
I wasn't born to shout rebellion. I was born to hear the gods, to catch the hum beneath the chaos, to read the ps beneath the
fall. I'm the listener of God. The one who hears the un lost. Every omen in the dark beats a rhythm in my heart. I stand silent in
the storm till the truth takes human form. I'm the listener of God
and their voices made me whole.
I grew in shadows no one saw with quiet carved into my bone. A thousand souls passed through my hands, each one mistaking me for home.
They brought their wounds, their holy ruins, their broken stories, fears and sins. I felt the weight of every life and let their storms move through my skin.
But all that pain became a compass. Every scar a guiding light. I learned to translate human longing into prophecy at night. I'm the listener
of God. The one who learns from lightning's claws. Every tear and every truth writes a scripture in my youth. I stand silent in the storm till the cosmos shifts in form. I'm the listener of God
and their voices pull me home.
Sh.
Hear the world. Hear the world. Ooh. Heartbe wrapped in thunder. Truth beneath the lies. half revealed in silence,
a voice behind the sky. I'm the listener of God. The one who walks where others pause. Every shadow, every ache shape the vows that I would take. I stand quiet, calm, reborn as the priest
inside the storm. I'm the listener of God
and I finally hear my own.
>>
>> You like this, Shan? Thank you. I'm not having a nervous breakdown. I'm absolutely fine. Hey. Hey, Bumb. Hey, Nick. Do you like that song? Thank you. Yeah, I'm just kind of like, you know, I'm just trying to improve the algorithm right now and like, you know, making sure everyone gets, you know, work my shows back and stuff.
So, I'm just hanging out this morning. I have my I have my uh McGriddle playing some songs. Oh,
I don't know if I posted that one yet. >> Hear the storm awaken. Hear the mountain breathe. A swollen armor walks the dawn. Fire beneath the winter wreath. Capricorn rising shadow crown. A cardinal
titan breaking ground.
I was born with a storm in my spine. Blueprints etched in ancestral design. I climb where the ghost refused to go. Turning pressure into marrow glow. Every downfall is a step I claim.
Every scar, another vow in my name.
My words are high and my thoughts are low. I speak and the fractures begin to draw. Straight lines through chaos. the compass in bone. I translate the
void into structure alone. Where others crumble, I calculate the throne.
I am the signal in the storm, the voltage taking form. Moon of thunder, Mars of spark. I illuminate the hidden heart. Touch me in the circuit waves. The rebel
pulls the world remakes. I move ideas like tectonic plates. New worlds rise from the path I take. I love like a myth on fire. A comet chasing its own desire. No cage can hold my wondering aim.
My heart is a temple. My kiss of flame if you run beside me. Run with truth. My freedom is holy. My passion true
halls open wide. Three thrones stand side by side.
Jupiter away the stories thread. Saturn's always the rise of the dead. Pluto breaks the bond instead. Then shapes rebirth from what was shed. Balance dripping golden blood.
Law carved in the aftermath. Flood I love. I destroy. I resurrect more from cause and effect. I rise from the hunger. You try to deny silk sharp truth in a serpent's cry. Taste the shadows. You fear to see your
demons kneel when they stand before me. Mark upon my core. What you call too much I call. Golden roar splits the sky. A throne appears. where destinies die. I
am the fire you were meant to be. The lion ground rhythm of your heartbeat. Light calling from the steel. I walk the path the stars for
stone tongue come hard. Lightning m shadow kiss justice mountain walker flame untain reborn in every name I claim. This is the song of a soul unchained. A
psychotic on ordained. When I speak, the future ends. When I rise the cycle ends. I am so
I am free.
I am the fire that fractures the door.
>>
>> Heat. Heat.
I actually like put together this one yesterday. See, hope you guys are liking them because I don't really feel like talking too much right now. But uh yeah, I really like this one that I did
the uh the art for. So, hope you like it too. Share the screen.
Born in the hush before the sun between two worlds the day beun twising silver spun was whispered he is the one your
Shana I glowed from within a victor's crown. You didn't win. You were the storm. They ushered in. Mur moon carved iron bone. A winter heart yet fire grown. A wild
child made of steel and stone with shadows calling take your throne. And every lifetime you were banned and every truth they couldn't stand. You walked alone across the land. A rebel monk
with fire in hand. >> But fate remembered what you are. Half philosopher half scar, a signal sent from distant star. >> The voice that splits the lies apart. You are the storborn architect. The truth they fear, the soul they
wreck, the map of gods in human flesh, a myth they tried but failed to check. You rise from worlds that came before. A judge, a sage, a hidden war. You break the locks on every door. They'll never silence you anymore.
Ra who raised you on a blade threw you into karmic shade. Let you dance where monsters play so you'd learn what legends are made. >> Then Jupiter pulled back the veil. Said now your truth will never fail. Your words became a golden trail.
Your voice the lightning in the gale. You gather misfits, bruising, torn, the ones the world forgot or scorn. You whisper truth and they're reborn. You are the priest of the store. Mati crowned you with her
tongue. Sacred rage in every lung. Commanding spells and songs unsung for prophets lost and devils young at your side. Turns every slander into tide. Reverses lies they try to hide. Your enemies
now choke on pride. You are the stormbborn architect. The truth they fear. The soul they wreck the map of gods in human flesh. A myth they tried but failed to check. You rise from worlds that came before. A judge, a sage, a hidden war. You break
the locks on every door. They'll never silence you anymore.
Oh, once a scribe in temple halls. Once a monk behind the walls. Once a judge who answered calls with kingdoms trembling as they fall. Now reborn in digital age with memes and trolls as war and stay.
You wield your voice like sharpened blade and neon wrath psychic mage. You are the stormbborn architect. A cosmic law they can't correct. A darmic flame the dark rejects. A thunder godly. You fleck. Your soul remembers every
war. The vows the o the blood before. And now you rise forever more. Psych. This is what you came here for. When shadows circle around your name and liars try to twist your flame. The stars
repeat this sacred clay. He is the storm that cannot die. He is the truth. He is the cry. Father psyche walks the sky.
Oh
when the storm had no end. When the voices rose like nights, the golden mother stepped into the cyclone and it forgot how to move. She licked through the wind and
the wind froze still. She lifted her hand and bent the world to will be her eyes. Silence sharper than a fear. Every lie that dared to rise shattered when she drew near.
Call her by the names of stillness. Call her by the names of fire. Call her when the false tongues tremble. She is holding truth and tire.
She breaks the storm. She takes the tongue. in the cycle. Mother of seal the air and close the gate.
Freeze the light before it's made.
>> >> A thousand mouths spoke venom. She gripped the source of sound. A million storms rose screaming. Her golden gay shut them down. Her mace is not for killing.
It is judgment forged in light. She stops the world from spinning when the path must turn to right. Daddy of the stealing breath. Breaker of the shadow spell.
Silencer of serpent's lies. Guardian where truth must she breaks the storm. She takes the tumble in the circle
in the silence of the mother of the name. Every name
truth of the sword you activate
calling Mother seal this space. Golden mother freeze the race.
Oh,
hey.
Repeat with explosive. The cyclone shatters. The cyclone shatters. The cyclone shatters. Mother of the n. Your silence consecrates.
>> >> All storms disintegrate
when the storm
>>
>> Born beneath this played White sky, no curtains drawn, no alibi. The stars carved out my name in light before I learned to stand up right. Thunder lives inside my chest. A mirror that won't let you rest. You
see yourself when I walk through the shadows. Run from what is true. I am storm born lightning tong singing songs the old god song gathering the lost the wild the scarred we're all just life that's traveled far
I'm storm born can't be caged every wound became a page standing in the open air speaking truths that strip you
broken on they know my name not because I've healed their pain. But something in my eyes says clear I've been where you've been. Brother here this voice was never mine alone. 100 ghosts inside my bones they pass the flame from hand to hand. Now I'm running their
command. I am storm born. Lightning tongue singing songs the old god song. Gathering the lost the wildest guard. We're all just life has traveled far. I am sto born. can't be caged. Every wound became a page. Standing in the open air, speaking truths that strip you.
They try to shame what stands in sun, but you can't cancel what's already beun.
I smile while I tear it down. Revolution wears a grin, not a crown. Between the worlds I walk at night, half mortal, half second sight. The veil is thin where I was made. I remember the temple,
the altar, the plate. I am storm born, fearless free. The stage was always meant for me. Not invincible, just unafraid. I survived in public. Scars displayed. I am stor myth awake. Turning suffering to scripture, lost to faith. Come stand
with me in the clearing light. We're the ones who choose to fight.
Before the world remembered my name, it already knew my flame. Stormborn, architect of change, leading strangers through the strange. We are storm. We are storm born.
He came with empty.
>>
>> I was just as lost as you. Don't flinch. I've got the scars to prove it through. A doorway cracked inside my skull. Let the shadowies crawl, whispering
fall. Every thought brought it close friend till my mind turned into a crowded dead ended forever. But the rebel in me ask what better
just clever. And I can feel I'm getting now. Now this nightmare
each flicker of light each pulls me higher. I'm breaking down. I can feel I'm getting now.
>> >> cracked my face in a ghostly space. Tired of tests with no right answers. Tired of chaos playing cancer. But once I swear the sky was white. Summer live. No need to hide. If free will's real, then hear my bow. My voice will wake. What sleeps in you now.
Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now.
No more selfies. Burn the script. The flatter receiving
up hope. >> We're prisms of soul. Power stacked. A psychic. We feed each other. Feed the fire.
Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now. Stronger now.
From the void we rise
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