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This episode of the 'Cult of Psyche' podcast features a poetic and mystical spoken word piece about guardianship, truth-seeking, and eternal protection. The spoken word section explores the idea of a guardian who remains steadfast and unflinching in the face of ruin and chaos.
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The episode begins with a poetic spoken word section at ▶ 0:19, which sets the tone for the rest of the episode. The spoken word piece continues until ▶ 4:17, with Psyche exploring themes of guardianship and protection at ▶ 1:32, ▶ 2:23, and ▶ 3:41. At ▶ 2:40, the speaker describes their inner spark becoming a star, and at ▶ 3:18, they reaffirm their commitment to remaining a constant presence. The episode also touches on the idea of truth and the consequences of hiding from it, as seen at ▶ 1:46 and ▶ 1:54. The spoken word section ends with the speaker stating 'None shall pass' at ▶ 3:49 and ▶ 4:17 marks the end of the poetic section, followed by a brief 'hey' from Psyche at ▶ 4:25.
The episode appears to explore the theme of resilience and protection in the face of chaos and adversity. The spoken word piece suggests that even in the darkest of times, there is a constant presence that remains steadfast and unflinching. The episode also touches on the idea of truth and the importance of confronting it, rather than hiding from it. This continues the pattern of exploring complex themes and ideas through poetic and mystical spoken word pieces, which is a hallmark of the 'Cult of Psyche' podcast.
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If I am mortal or myth, show me the blade of truth. They clutch my name, try to drown my poles, drag me into that old spiral where ghost to the bones of
memory. But that realm is cracked now. A broken circle off balance rigged for my ruin. And still I rise from the ashes of the
hell I once called home.
When every car turns straighter. When the city folds into smoke and sirens. I stand your last sentinel of your midnight shield. You breathe inside my
ribs. I offer what remains of me. Unflinching. I will not fall. I will guard you. Shadows cling to shallow men.
Liars hide from the lantern of truth. Cowards count down their doom like it's a schedule parade. Crimson floods the streets. The white bones protest in the old voices. Those
taunting hissing relics try to lure you back to that familiar pit of suffering. But when the deck collapses and the city bleeds its last stream, I step forward. I am the guardian you call in silence.
Your breath echoes in me. I fight with the last spark in my chest until it becomes a star.
So place your paradise upon my hands. The sliver of time, this heartbeat between storms is enough for us to battle eternity and win.
And when every moment fails and every tower falls, I will still be there tonight, tomorrow after the sun's die. I
am the one who does not abandon. Through the ruin, through the wreck, as the world turns its back,
I remain. I am your guard.
I walk behind you in the dark. None shall pass.
Hey,
hey, hey.
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