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The inaugural episode of Cult of Psyche, titled 'Psyche Haters Club 2.0,' establishes the show's foundation for exploring tarot, prophecy, and occult topics, with Psyche discussing the concept of 'haters' and their behaviors. The episode is a poetic and satirical critique of online culture and the people who thrive on drama and negativity.
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Welcome to the haters club where the fake get loud when the views dry up. Got to hate one crooked got a sermon half. Say I'm praying for you while the screenshots get saved. They got concerned in their voice in the cup. Say I hate drama while they wind it up. Got pearls in a death grip. Touch, scratch,
talk real big online in person, not much. They got 12 fake pages and one tired scheme. Same cheap perfume on a recycled me. Same fake ass, same room. They same twostep shovel when you bring the receipt.
They whisper, they wiggle, they edit, they shove and act brand new. When the chorus comes up, it's the psych haters. Fake saint, fake hug, fake tears, fake love for one rock, then hide that glove. Big mad bad vibes, little bad stuffers.
They say be kind with a board of tong as well.
Front row seat at the nobody asked awards. Best fake victim. Best twist in words. Best time above this while refreshing the feed. Best crocodile tears in a thirsting stamp. Got a PhD in selective recal.
Can't remember your typing. When they cause they start the fire, then ring the alarm, then show up in b like I meant no harm. Buddy buddy smile with a snake in the curse. They call it boundaries, but they stop your search.
They say I want peace with a megaphone grin. Translation, please let me gossip again. They open, panic, then faint, then bluff and swear they're shocked when you call their stuff. It's the haters of fake
saint, fake hug, fake tears, fake love and hide that loving mad bad vibes, little bad.
They say be kind with a part of a baby to the haters. >> Same clown knew it. Same lies, same sty face. When the truth walks in
they weaponize whisper like it's sacred art a little I hear then a common dark then they cosplay wise with a filter quote like duct tape on a leak in a sinking bowl got a rage on tap ended. Every fake crusade comes pre-invented and deep burn calories,
they don't need them, but here they come. Chewing glass again. They love saying he's bothered with a smirk and a shake while building old channels off the crumbs. They make imagine being that person that love that stuff. Feel like a crunch with a coupon for love. They want your name, but they don't want smoke. Put a punch line back. Can't handle the joke. Want to throw dust and cry to mean after dancing barefoot through a
gasoline scene. So, here's a mirror. Polish it up. See that face? That's the haters club. No mystery there. No grandandy blood. Just a room full of people with a whole lot of know.
fake t it's the psych haters love fake saint fake hug fake tears fake love and high back loving mad bad vibes little bad stuff haters love m when the truth shows up
high ground from the molding chair but the leg give out when the light gets
Welcome to the psyator club. Punch clock to stir it up. If you can't create, then critique the sport. Little kings and queens of the fore cord. Same clown, new wig, same tire. Welcome baby to the haters club.
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