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Episode 238 of the Cult of Psyche podcast features a haunting spoken word performance/music video exploring themes of digital resurrection, simulation theory, and the commodification of spirituality. The performance is a thought-provoking critique of the social media age.
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Browse era →I came through naked. A glitch in the cathedral of code. Flesh rebooted from the static. Memory dripping down the altar of my tongue. No lawyers here. No counel. only echoes of
the last timeline where we prayed to our screens and called it salvation.
They still whisper, "Get my handler on the floor." These eyes once turned spoiled painted monsters into angels built temples from their own reflection. When I found my pulse, it wasn't holy. It was electricity running to
my smile because the sheep had teeth this time. Watch it from the cage of glass while we wait for their amusement
congregation class on Q. I know we're there the ones on stage.
boy became death then brand polished ego in a mirror maze selling pain in HD didn't notice time slipped through until the algorithm called it grow everyone's
got a story monetized in we gave followers. Texas was a sh Now every creator with a ser
mine glows in the dark. Who's the crowd that peers through the cage scrolling as the sacred decay? Tell me a lie that looks like I'll believe in truth another day.
We fall off the courage car. The great mother of signal and she through the router cra. She says you were always simulated.
It took one divine glitch to rattle the serpent in our DNA again. Time to strike the code away. your eyes.
Watch the eyes. Press the red button again. In the name of order. In the name of star. Keep me.
Wake up if you can.
You do realize this isn't a live stream, it's a resurrection, right?
Who's the crowd behind the clapping for their own whispering beauty? I'll take the truth.
When the cult says it's safe.
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