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Episode 199 of the 'Cult of Psyche' podcast features a powerful spoken word piece about emotional devastation and the inability to heal others when one is broken. The piece explores themes of personal boundaries and the refusal to be someone's savior.
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The episode opens with a spoken word piece at ▶ 0:15, which sets the tone for the rest of the episode. The piece discusses the speaker's emotional state, using imagery and metaphors to convey a sense of emptiness and desperation, such as 'vacant gods and paralyzed sky' at ▶ 0:19 and 'the altar is empty. I already died' at ▶ 0:35. The speaker refuses to be someone's savior, stating 'I'm not your savior. I'm not your savior. I can't save me. I can't save you' at ▶ 1:03 and ▶ 2:02. The piece also touches on the idea of not being able to heal others when one is broken, with lines like 'you can't heal me just because you hurt' at ▶ 2:28 and 'every scar I bury still breathe' at ▶ 2:34. The speaker emphasizes the importance of personal boundaries, saying 'stop kneeling in my blood like it's holy' at ▶ 2:52 and 'I was never the exit. I was only the warning' at ▶ 2:55.
The episode appears to explore the theme of personal boundaries and the importance of recognizing one's own limitations. The spoken word piece suggests that trying to save others when one is broken can be damaging to both parties, and that it's essential to prioritize one's own healing. The episode continues the pattern of exploring complex emotional themes and encouraging listeners to reflect on their own boundaries and relationships.
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Nothing left behind these eyes. Just vacant gods and paralyzed sky. You wear my ruin like perfume and silk. Drink my sorrow like poison milk. You
touch my ribs like there's mercy inside. But the altar is empty. I already died. You're hunting a ghost in the cage of my chest. But the last light fled. There's nothing left.
Every scar I bury still brea I can't be what you got on me. I'm not your savior. I'm s I can't save me. I can't you.
Your hope is a crown I refuse to wear. You call it love. I call it pray. You want ascension, you want release. I only deliver unfinished peace. You beg
for wings from a boy made of stone. But all I grow are thorns and bone. Don't worship. Don't kneel to the blaze. I am not the shape of your skin.
Every scar is still brea I can't be what your god needs. I'm not your savior. I s I can't save me. I can't save you.
Cut me open inventory the void. Empty bottles of crown of noise. Split my red riding cold. You can't medicate a dying soul.
You can't alchemize or chose to burn. You can't heal me just because you hurt. Every scar I bury still breathe. I can't be what you got or need. I'm not your
savior. s. I can't save me. I can't save you. Stop kneeling in my blood like it's holy. I was never the exit. I was only the warning.
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