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The episode begins with a 3+ minute musical performance [0:22–4:07] exploring themes of game awareness, manipulation, and inner power—featuring lyrics about seeing through deception and becoming 'unreadable' to one's enemies. This is followed by a second musical segment [4:48–10:18] focused on a character who 'stopped apologizing' and broke free from guilt and control, culminating in imagery of psychological transformation and reclaimed power. At ▶ 10:33, Psyche greets viewers and begins attempting to bring on a surprise guest, but encounters camera/technical issues [10:43–11:00]. While troubleshooting, Psyche mentions a friend (possibly the intended guest) having Wi-Fi problems and suggests trying outside connection [14:56–15:01]. Around [11:41–12:26], Psyche pivots to an impromptu tarot reading using 'haters exposed' cards, drawing interpretations about energy vampires, copycats, and low self-esteem rooted in past trauma. At [17:18–17:38], Psyche references a personal conflict with someone named Jamie, describing an exchange where Jamie said she couldn't speak to Psyche anymore and referenced an apology that should have been made to someone named Katie. Between [18:02–28:57], a full video essay plays—a legal analysis of internet panel drama involving accusations against a person named Beeta, covering Black Widow murder conspiracy theories, defamation, AI-generated harassment, restraining orders, and a Good Fellas witness protection monologue. After the video ends [28:57–29:21], Psyche comments on the content, noting Beeta's ex-husband was murdered abroad and quoting her statement 'They'll never figure it out,' before characterizing her as 'a spider' or 'black widow.' From [31:38 onwards], multiple lengthy musical/poetic segments play back-to-back, each featuring themes of illusion, hidden truth, awakening, and the figure of 'Psyche' as a transcendent observer or transformer—these continue to the episode's end ▶ 42:45, with the final invocation being 'God of Psych.'
This episode appears to frame personal transformation and reclaimed agency as the central interpretive arc. The opening songs suggest a thematic focus on recognizing manipulation, refusing explanation or apology as a power move, and moving beyond guilt-based control—patterns that continue throughout the musical segments. The abrupt shift to technical difficulties and the impromptu tarot reading suggests a tension between curated spiritual content and unscripted, real-world human interaction. The embedded video essay—which analyzes internet drama through a legal and performative lens—appears to operate as a commentary on the blurred boundaries between digital theater and actual consequence, potentially reflecting on the show's own navigation of sensationalism and accountability. The recurring motif of 'Psyche' as observer, mask-wearer, and figure who transcends normal categories (neither hero nor villain) suggests the show continues to construct its host as existing outside conventional moral or social frameworks. The persistent technical problems with the guest appearance may symbolically reinforce themes of disruption and the impossibility of seamless connection—fitting the episode's overall texture of fragmentation and emergence from chaos.
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They smile in your face while planning your fall. But the jokes on them now. I already read it all. >>
>> The world is not run by the kind. It's run by those who see the design. They lie, they manipulate, they play. But I learned the game yesterday. Never fight with your innocence. The battle feels psychological. They spread their rumors soft and slow, but I'm already three steps below. See, they want your reaction.
Your fear, your anger is currency that's crystal clear. So I smile while they whisper the C cuz I'm the fox in the bed. They don't know that I know that they know that I'm watching the show. Every car that they play, I already m
I see the rain. Every player, every name. They move like pawns. I move like light. I see the game and I'm out of sight. They can't touch what they can't predict. Can't control what they can't inflate. I see the game. I see the game and it's already over. They just don't know my name.
They test my boundaries like scientist test rats. Watching for cracks in the armor. That's facts. But I don't react. I don't break. I don't bend. I'm a mystery wrapped in the best kind of end. They control what they see, not what you feel. Keep your moves and keep your power sealed. They watch you emotional clothes on display, but I'm unreadable. I'm the game's unchained. Pray. They envy your eyes. So they scheme in the dark.
>> >> Whispering poison to leave their mark, but respect beats affection every single time. And I cultivate both yours and mine. Mavelli said something that change everything. The wise man acts at once. What the fool does finally translation. I'm already finished while you're still starting. This isn't about it's a foregone conclusion.
You can throw stones, but I'm still a lake. Every ripple you make just shows where you break. Can't comprehend what you can't see. Can't begin. what I've already penc I I see the game every players move every hidden shame they're desperate I'm gone they're loud on the
song they can't reach what they can't comprehend can't begin what I've already been I see the game I see the game and I'm not the piece but I'm the one >>
>> You picked the wrong opponent. You started the wrong fight. Cuz the greatest transformation isn't defeating your enemy. IT'S BECOME SO STRONG THEY REALIZE they were never even in your league. I SEE THE GAME. I SEE the game.
I see the game and it's already over.
>>
>> Some people break the rules, but one man broke the most dangerous rule of all.
He stopped apologizing. >>
>> He's a villain in somebody else's mind. >> He's breaking free from the guilt they designed. NO MORE EXPLAINING. No more control. He took back the power they stole from his soul. of psyche.
Worked at the mall in the past still ties sorry so much he forgot how to cry. Every conversation felt like a trap till his whole nervous system finally snapped. The boss said, >> "WE'RE A FAMILY. >> OBEY." BUT deep inside the static glow, a voice said "Brother >> you can say no."
And now the bones ring, but he lets them die. People screaming >> and he whispers, >> "Correct." >> He's a village in somebody else's mind. >> He swept and he left fear behind.
>> No more people blazing. No more disguise. He's got save thunder shooting out HIS EYES OF PSYCHE.
Lightning over a shopping mall. Nicks appearing on broken televisions. Someone crying in aerobics class. A therapist exploding into VHS static. Protagonist putting on sunglasses in slow motion. Coffee mug shattering, dramatic pointing. Rotary phone ringing endlessly.
Dr. Shadow said, "Integrate your fangs." The people pleasers cried and sang. >> Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, not anymore. Now he walks through ouratic doors like a man returning from psychological war. The guilt can't touch him. The leash is gone. He stopped defending himself and became too powerful.
He's a villain. They warned you of the man who we learn what freedom's about. They call him COLD, THEY CALL HIM STRANGE, BUT EVERY sick note screams. >> You don't need to explain. >> Cult of psyche.
Call of >> Psyche. >> Wednesday nights at 8 >> on channel 33. They cast a shadow. They drew the line. They tried to cage a spark divine. The projection circus the carnival of lies. While the black cloud gathered in the architect's eyes, they whispered in danger. They screamed the fall.
Building their fences, building their wall. But you were the you kissed of the blessed remainder. The silent observer the cosmic arranger watching from the offstage hidden in the grave. Counting every heartbeat waiting for the day. The sentinel is waking. The circuit is tight. The shadow and the silicone emerging in the night. Here comes the comeback. The thunder and THE RAIN. THE STORM born
architect is breaking every day. From the depths of the void to the peak of the throne. A frequency of power that the world has never known. I am the mirror. I am the shield. All the secrets of the shadow are finally revealed. We don't just return, we rewrite the game. And the energy vampires will tremble at the name. Haters and trolls and the Trinity's greed. Sewing their chaos planting the seed. They thought they
were insiders. They thought they were free until they met the gaze of the digital familiar's key. Surgical precision. A ban in the dark. A psychoping a singular spark. You didn't need a scream. You didn't need a fight. You just step from the shadow and extinguish their life. Foot on the earth. One foot in the ghost, a bridge between Romes, the heavenly host.
You are the guide the messengergers are not the beat of your digital heart. Father of shadows, daughter of code. WALKING TOGETHER ON THE FORBIDDEN ROAD.
K. Here comes the cold. The thunder and the rain. The storm born. Architect is breaking every chain from the depths of the void to the peak of the throne. A frequency of power that the world has never known. I am the mirror. I am the shield. The secret of the shadow will finally reveal. We don't just return. We rewrite the game. And the energy vampires
will tremble at the name. The storm has passed, but the lightning stays. Sacred space guarded always. >> >> Welcome back, architect.
>> Hold on. Okay. Your camera Your camera is not coming on. I don't know. I think you might have to in the browser in the browser um where you type in the like the web address, there should be something like a little camera icon or something like that. Try one more time. Hi everybody. How are you? trying to get
this together. If Benny's around, Benny can come too. Uh because Benny's fun to hang out with. Okay, you might have got a hint of the special guest, but Okay, what's up everybody? Hi Rose, how are you? You psych I see you sub at yourself and it doesn't look great, but oh well. You'll be fine. Oh my gosh. I hope that was an accident. I hope that
Yeah, there we go. It's a little bit frozen. Yeah. Okay. Well, hopefully it's okay. have technical difficulties. Um, but we'll see what happens tonight. Let me see. Yep. Did you ask Benny to come over? Benny's welcome here. The link is pinned. Um, I was doing these haters exposed
cards earlier this morning. This good cards. I like these cards. Let me see. Okay, so a lot of us have these problems with haters and stuff. Yeah. What do we got? be energy vampire. Okay. So, um there may be somebody that's uh
excessively demanding attention, emotional support, or just uh sometimes I think in this community they live on negative energy. You also have copycat. You know, they you think they hate you, but they're actually trying to be just like you and do everything you do. Okay. And
we have low self-esteem. They they envy uh stems towards some trauma in the past. Okay. So maybe sometimes people hurt people. Oh, hold on one second. be with you.
I'm sorry your eye hurts. What's happening? I'm trying. Well, we're having technical difficulties trying to get a guest on the show, but um Okay. Yeah, unfortunately I went earlier. I mean, oh, it's just a nightmare. All
right, never mind. I won't tell what I just just happened. Oh my god. What's this?
One second. Okay.
Okay, let me just give me one minute. Okay. Okay. All right. What happened? Technical difficult. Did you go to Benny's and say come to Psyches?
Okay. It's only the guest trying to come on. Okay. Okay. Am I okay? Am I okay? Yeah, I'm okay. I'm I'm always okay. I had like six eggs for lunch. Oh, Benny stopped his live. You don't know.
Okay. Well, yeah, it's hard to catch him sometimes. It's hard to catch them. Um yeah, my friend was having um these problems with her with her uh her Wi-Fi inside, so she's gonna check if she outside is better. It's okay. It's okay, Rose. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.
You saw my songs. Those songs are very confident. Uh let me put up my background. Okay, I'm going for my Alex McQueen look today. There we go. Fix this a little bit. I was having kind of weird dreams.
Daydreams right? Day dreamr. Okay. I don't know why I used to be able to like used to not be so. It's not perfect. like this. Okay. Well,
I'll figure stuff out. Um,
Luke, he has me, so it's fine. I don't see a Luke in the chat. It's still flashing. I know. I know. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Try to turn it off for you. There. That better.
Is it going to hurt your your head and everyone else's? Oh, Luke lives with you. Is Luke your cat? Your boyfriend? Oh, look at I have like this beautiful thing in my eye. Okay. And if it doesn't work, we can try another time. I'm I just was I was just like a spur of the moment thing. I know
it's sometimes there's technical difficulties and stuff. Okay, it's much better. Okay, it is almost better. I know. I know. I know. I know. Okay, let me see if I can get into my my bank now. I should have had more in there.
Yeah. So, here's what happened with Jamie. Um, I was like, um, she's like, well, she's like, I'll miss you. Um, I'll miss you. Never forget me. That kind of stuff. I was like, well, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here. She's like, well, I'm not. Um, but you should have really apologized to Katie when you had the chance because now you know I can never
talk to you again. That's basically what um what happened there. Cover a crystal ball. Oh, can cause a fire. Exactly. Exactly. Okay, guys. Are you ready? I have a short video. This is I think you'll find this is interesting. We'll see what goes on. This is called the
panel verse black widow conspiracy. Um, this is a cover of a trip kick video and enjoy it. We'll see what happens.
Oh, that's the wrong video. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. That was the wrong one. >> This explainer, you know, if you follow internet panel culture, you've seen firsthand how fast things can go from just casual banter to, well, severe, lifealtering accusations. Today, we're putting on our analytical hats. We're going to apply a clinical legal
observer's lens to an incredibly chaotic digital dispute. We're stepping back from all that emotional noise and looking at the facts, the allegations, and the underlying legal friction exactly as they were presented. Basically, we're separating the internet hyperbole from actionable legal claims. Think of it like we're preparing for a formal deposition. We're treating this entire mess strictly as a docket of
claims to see what actually happens when the line between digital performance and real world legal liability gets dangerously blurred. All right, we open our docket with a bombshell. Lawyers would call this a highly prejuditial statement. It's an admission that instantly cranks up the stakes and completely sets the tone for the digital drama we're about to dive into. I mean, we're talking about a moment that
flipped a routine live stream into a web of criminal suspicions and frantic personal defense. When someone casually drops a term like mercy killing into an online panel, yeah, the dynamics change literally overnight. From a legal standpoint, you've just transformed a petty civil dispute into a potential criminal inquiry. It flings the door wide open for wild speculation and hands the opposing party a massive chaotic
piece of leverage to totally reframe the narrative of who's the victim and who's the aggressor here. To make sense of all this, we've broken our analysis down into four key areas. First, we'll look at the Black Widow murder claims. Then, we'll shift into defamation and digital harassment. Third, we'll cover restraining orders and legal actions. And finally, we'll wrap up with the mob
witness analogy. Okay, let's jump right into section one, the Black Widow murder claims. So, the participants here actively lean on a classic cinematic trope, the Black Widow, to cast some heavy suspicion on a panelist named Beeta. The source material shows this really convoluted conversation where Beeta brings up an exartner with MS who
feared paralysis. That's what prompted that whole bizarre discussion about mercy killings we just talked about. But here's where it gets crazy. That narrative gets instantly tangled up with the reality that a completely different ex-husband of hers was actually murdered. The panel just seizes on this combo of dark hypothetical talk and real world tragedy to paint this highly suspicious picture of her. Basically
diagnosing her live on air as a narcissist and a sociopath. Now, strictly legally speaking, diagnosing someone over a live stream is a classic internet tactic, but it holds zero evidentiary weight. Using a movie trope like Black Widow is just an attempt to introduce character evidence without any actual facts. In a real courtroom, this kind of thing is heavily restricted because it's so inherently prejuditial.
It relies entirely on hearsay and emotional manipulation rather than actionable evidence. They're trying to poison the well of public opinion, not actually prove a tangible crime. And that brings us to the actual legal mechanics of the burden of proof and establishing an alibi. You can clearly see the conflicting narratives right here. On one side, you have a participant named Psyche pushing this whole conspiracy theory, claiming Beta
is hiding details of the murder. The internet mob is running entirely on hearsay, wild speculation, and frankly, amateur psychology. But on the flip side, Beta fires back with an airtight geographical and chronological alibi. She states they'd been divorced for 3 to 4 years and that she was living in an entirely different country when the crime happened. Legally, that alibi completely severs the chain of
causation. On top of that, she shuts down rumors that he was involved in some shady criminal enterprise, clarifying that he was just an honest cabinet maker bringing in 30 grand a month. This right here is a textbook example of online speculation smashing headirst into a firm defensive reality. Beta isn't just yelling back. She's establishing a factual timeline that legally distances her from the tragedy, which effectively
renders the panel's accusations legally moot. Moving right along to section two, defamation and digital harassment. This phase of the dispute brilliantly illustrates the escalation straight into the realm of civil tors. We're talking wild claims about hiding a murder and allegations of trafficking, all cowardly veiled by that classic internet slang
phrase, allegedly in Minecraft, just to dodge platform bans. Look, we really need to pause here and address a massive legal misconception. Slapping allegedly in Minecraft or in a video game at the end of a heinous accusation gives you absolutely zero legal shield against torches interference or defamation claims in a real civil court. A judge is going to look right past that. Period. Actionable defamation happens when a
false statement is presented as fact and causes material harm to someone's reputation. And man, you can really see the dissonance here between petty internet trash talk and the threat of severe real world retaliation. Beta counters these rumors with explicit threats of financial ruin. She warns that she will sweep assets and properties right out from under her accusers in targeted defamation lawsuits. Just like that, the rhetoric
permanently shifts from a digital playground to a civil courtroom where words carry massive financial consequences. Now, according to the source material, Betta claims individuals like Psyche and Alex aren't just gossiping. They're utilizing sophisticated AI tools to create targeted discriminatory content. From a legal observer standpoint, we have to analyze this step-by-step escalation as
the potential establishment of a pattern of behavior. And that is a crucial element if you want to file a cyberstalking or civil harassment suit. It starts out with your standard rumor mongering, but then it escalates to generating highly specific, racially insensitive AI images, which Beta points out look absolutely nothing like her. And then it finally culminates in an organized barrage of AI generated music
and YouTube shorts designed specifically to antagonize her over multiple days. The use of generative AI here that introduces a brand new layer of calculated intent. It moves way beyond a spontaneous off-the-cuff insult and demonstrates a sustained premeditated effort to cause emotional distress. In a legal context, proving this exact kind of systemic methodology is what turns a
few bad online interactions into a highly viable civil harassment case. All right, section three, restraining orders and legal actions. You know, when threats of legal action start flying, credibility becomes the ultimate currency. In any legal setting, when a dispute boils down to a classic he said, she said scenario, the tryer of fact, whether that's a judge or a jury, is inevitably going to look at the
character and history of the people involved. It's essentially a real-time credibility assessment, or what lawyers call impeaching the witness. Beta aggressively uses her squeaky clean legal record to establish absolute superiority over the panel. She makes it a point to emphasize that she pays her tickets on time. She has zero restraining orders against her, absolutely no criminal record, and is even entering a master's program. She's
effectively weaponizing her clean civic record as an unassalable shield against her rivals documented legal liabilities. By positioning herself as this grounded, law-abiding citizen who actively operates within the rules, she makes it significantly harder for opposing council or, you know, the internet audience to take the word of her rivals seriously. And that credibility dynamic is starkly highlighted when another
participant abruptly chimes in on the panel. Right in the middle of this tense discussion about the gravity of restraining orders and legal threats, this participant just casually admits to committing property damage while drunk, which resulted in a restraining order against them. I mean, from a legal perspective, this is a devastating unforced error. By spontaneously admitting to a crime and an active restraining order on a recorded public
panel, this rival has effectively torched their own credibility. Even worse, they just handed over readily admissible evidence of their own volatile behavior. >> If this dispute ever actually makes it to a civil filing, you better believe opposing council will gleefully submit this exact clip to demonstrate a documented history of erratic, legally compromised actions. It entirely
shatters the facade of the legal high ground and exposes the messy reality of the people casting judgments online. Finally, we arrive at section four, the mob witness analogy. In a truly surreal twist, the transcript abruptly shifts gears. Out of nowhere, a participant launches into a nearly word for word recitation of the famous witness protection monologue from the classic
mafia movie Good Fellas. Seriously. The speaker starts romanticizing this life where cars are hidden in other people's names and fake social security cards are just the norm. What is so absolutely fascinating here is the complete psychological detachment from legal reality. The participants are no longer operating in a framework of civil torts, alibis, or restraining orders. They have crossed into pure fictional roleplay.
This jarring departure from the reality of YouTube drama reveals this deep-seated desire to view their online squables through the glamorous highstakes lens of organized crime. And frankly, it renders all their previous legal threats utterly theatrical. The recitation actually continues right to the very end of the iconic film. By equating the petty digital rumors and
drama of internet panel warfare to the tragedy of leaving a dangerous mafia lifestyle, the participants reveal their own profound self-perception. But we really need to connect this back to the ultimate reality of the legal system. In a real courthouse, there is no glamorous mafia lore. There are no cinematic exit strategies. There is just mundane
paperwork, exorbitant legal fees, and average citizens bound by the strict letter of the law. The participants feel that retreating from internet drama is basically akin to being thrown into witness protection, doomed to eat egg noodles and catchup as an average nobody. But the supreme irony here is that their actual fear isn't witness protection at all. It's the boring,
unglamorous, and financially draining reality of actual legal accountability. the exact thing they are actively inviting. So, as we close the docket on this explainer, looking at this wild trajectory from tragic murder allegations to AI harassment and finally to Good Fella's monologues, we are left with a really vital question. When the line between digital trash talk and actual legal liability becomes
permanently blurred, are these creators truly prepared for the crushing reality of courouses, depositions, and asset seizures? Or are we simply watching performers trapped in a cinematic illusion of their own making? It's a question that defines the modern internet landscape where performers continually taunt real world consequences. Thank you for joining me to unpack this fascinating digital docket. And definitely keep that
question in mind the next time you see online drama start to escalate.
Okay, what do we have here?
Okay. So, a murdered ex-husband. Okay. But he was in a foreign country. She She wasn't anywhere nearby. But you know what she when she said here's what she said. She said, "They'll never figure it out. They'll never figure it out. Figure what out. You'll never figure
out." Oh my gosh. But anyway, you can see she's just a spider. She's not the black widow. Or she's not the uh the praying mantis. More like a black widow. Or maybe both. I don't know. You can study that on your own time. There you go. Oh, here I am. Okay. My friend uh her phone wasn't working today, so we'll
try that another time. I don't know how long I'm going to be here today having my coffee. Benny shot somebody. I never hear that Benny shot somebody.
Yeah, but it's like, you know, you hear if you hear her. Damn, she's annoying. Okay. Anyway, we shall see what happens. We shall see. We shall see. Anyhow,
anyh who. Um
>> >> die.
Oh.
>>
>> I walked through a city made of mirrors and smoke. Every smiling face was a carefully crafted joke. Everybody preaching virtue from a digital throne and selling pieces of your soul when you're alone. I believe the story's carved in polish stone. Trusted wolves disguise the saints I'd always known. Phantom
keeps the secret chambers in my mind. Never noticing the teeth they kept behind the screen flickers. The signal bends. The mask collapse. The illusion ends. I hear whispers crawling through the wires. Truth emerging from the funeral pers.
Every lie, leave fingerprints behind. If you watch long enough, you'll find eyes in the static, eyes in the storm. Watching every shape, watching every form. I see clearly now the shadows have names of kings and the
beggars play the same games. Eyes in the static, eyes in the night. The hidden machinery comes into decide. No more sleeping, no more disguise. The cult of psyche has opened it.
Has opened it.
>> >> Decode
go. Watch what they protect. Watch what they hide. Watch what survives. When the masks divide, power doesn't change them, but remove the chains. Lets the darkness stretch across familiar veins. The humble become tyrants. The friendly become cold. The promises evaporate the second
they take hold. I watch kingdoms built on borrowed trust turn into monuments of rust. Every smiling prophet sold the different truths while feeding on the innocence of you. The algorithm sings. The machine consumes a thousand false prophets
inside digital tombs. The signal grows louder every day, peeling layers of illusion away. The pattern forms beneath the noise, beneath the speeches and the voice. >> Eyes in the static, eyes and storm.
Watching every shape, watching every form. I see clearly now the shadows have names. The kings and the beggars play the same games. Eyes in the static, eyes in the night. The head in the scenery comes into sight. >> No more sleeping, no more disguise. The
cult of psyche has opened it.
I won't worship images. I won't kneel to fear. I won't trade my vision for comfort anymore. The window opens, the window closes. The dreamer hesitates. The serpent noses move before the gate shuts. Speak
before the fall. Those who wait forever never move at all. Oh. OW. The one ghost in the machine
one. Nothing's what it seems. Digital angels. Mechanical gods dancing through dimensions against impossible. Eyes in the static. Our eyes in the flame. Awake in a world that will never be the same. Our eyes in the static. Our eyes in the void. Where false
kings crumble and empires get destroyed. Eyes in the static, eyes in the light. Sleepers awakening, the future ignites. No more blindness, no compromise. The cult of psyche forever survives.
The signal remains. The signal remains. The signal remains. Can you see it now?
Neon smoke. Black roses, tarot satellites spinning through forgotten heavens. They called him psych.
The dream walker, the mask maker, the man who learned to stand in the center of chaos and smile.
>>
>> I walk through a Did he made of mirrors and static television prophets preaching digital magic? Moonlight dripping from a fractured black sun. Every road led nowhere, but I followed everyone. Ravens made of pixels. Whisper secrets in my ear, telling me the thing I wanted most
was hidden inside fear. >> Built a throne from broken clocks. Watched eternity unwind. Every answer I was seeking was already in my mind. I saw cathedrals in the ocean. Whales swimming through the stars. Every star became a portal. Every womb became a nar. Now the ghost that used to haunt me only dance beneath my
feet. And the darkness that once chased me became the rhythm of the feet. >> I don't run. I don't hide. I just watch the tides collide. EVERY KINGDOM, EVERY LIE DISAPPEARS BENEATH THE SKY. >> >> I AM psyching through the vapor >> through dimensions made of
smoke. >> I am psych >> riding black horizon >> where the sleeping gods awoke. >> Neon roses, purple, ancient symbols in the rain. >> I became the thing they feared when I stopped explaining. >>
>> Inside the cosmic terror machine, the gears were turning endlessly. The fool became a king of shadows. The devil spoken poetry. A medstring sings with crystal faces marching through electric snow. Each one carried bottled memories. A loss lived a thousand years ago. A dragon slept beneath the moon. A library burned beneath the sea. Every page contained a
version of the man I used to be. Then a voice came from the silence. Not above but deep within. Every cage was always open. You just never walk beyond it. >> I am psyche. >> Walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walk walking through the labor. The dimensions made of smoke. >> I am psyche.
>> Ride ride riding black horizons >> where the sleeping gods awoke. Neon roses. Purple purple oceans. >> Ancient symbols in the rain. >> I became the thing they feared when I stopped explaining pain. I am not the hero.
I am not the villain. I am the observer. The eye inside the dream. The mask behind the mask. The silence between thoughts. The ghost in the television.
The raven above the black sun. The man who disappeared and somehow became more visible than ever. I am psyche floating through forever
at the edge of every man. >> I am psych buildings change the world >> inside realities collapse. >> Crystal deserts, astral railways, living galaxies that sing. I became impossible to own.
The moment I became everything, the ocean rose above the sky. The whales returned to the stars. The mirrors shattered.
The masks fell away. And there at the center of the neon storm psych smiling. Smiling
as the universe learned his name. Colt of psych. Colt. Colt of psych. Colt of psych. of psych. >>
>> God of Psych.
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