“GLITCH SANCTUS” ⟁

A machine-prayer turned acid hymn — this video fractures the language of faith into cold code and exposes how religious dogma becomes infrastructure for racialized power. Built from glitching chants and shattered liturgy, the piece tracks a procession of corrupted signals: sanctus whispers folded into system errors, prophets rebooted as propaganda, and sacred icons rendered as interfaces for fear. The lyrics map a terrifying circuitry where faith is weaponized — where “fear is law” and “skin is proof” — and the ritual of the right-wing religious imaginary is shown as an engineered economy of control.

The visual field centers on a synthetic blue eye with a double pupil that blinks in subtle, repetitive cycles — an uncanny icon of hyper-surveillance and surveillance capitalism. This singular gaze replaces the altar, standing as both idol and interface, a symbol of omnipresent watching and algorithmic control.

Anchored in industrial textures and fractured rhythms, the work interrogates the confluence of Christian nationalist rhetoric and white-supremacist fantasy. It refuses simple moralizing; instead it dramatizes the mechanics of conversion — how data, algorithms, and spectacle can manufacture unanimity and erase difference. Moments of silence and a single human trace — “the ghost in the wire” — become the ethical residue that resists totalizing systems: doubt, grief, and the possibility of unlearning.

This is not a hymn for the altar. It is a diagnostic: a liturgy of rupture that sanctifies the glitch and mourns what ideology has burned. The final collapse — majestic and empty — asks us to consider what is left when sacred scripts fail: signal without salvation, spell without savior, and the fragile human noise that remains.

This video belongs to The Dark Enlightenment and The Techno Republic playlist, created as a synthetic media environment for the Decolonizing the Digital Residency of the Pangea_IA project, led by Marlon Barrios Solano and Maria Luisa Angulo.

“GLITCH SANCTUS” ⟁

A Broken Oratorio from the Age of Unreason

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[System Boot – Whispered errors, reversed chants]
Sanctus…
Sanctus…
System corrupted.
Input: faith.
Output: war.
Memory leak in Genesis.
Authority not found.

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[Fragmented Verse 1 – broken syntax, interrupted rhythm]
Blood in code.
Speech in flame.
Prayers looped in feedback shame.
Old white hands on blackened screens—
Borders drawn in dopamine.

Cross…
Flag…
Law…
Truth.exe crashed.

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[Chorus – glitch-beat, driving rhythm, dissonant harmony]
Raise the temple in static light,
Preach the data, purge the rite.
Praise the virus, bless the sin,
Kill the logic from within.
Fear is law.
Skin is proof.
Faith is armor.
Facts are spoofed.

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[Verse 2 – escalating noise, distortion creeping in]
Reboot the prophet, cleanse the feed.
Render God in white supremacist greed.
No questions. No doubt. No other.
Just flag and gun and fear of color.

Repeat:
All.
Must.
Look.
The.
Same.

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[Bridge – glitched chant, overlapping synthetic voices]
Kyrie—le—error—Kyrie—lost—Kyrie—off—line…
No god but command.
No soul but demand.
We believe what we were told—
While burning what we fear to hold.

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[Breakdown – erratic rhythm, sudden silence then burst]
(Overdriven whisper)
System says: obey.
System says: kill.
System says: mine.
System says: still.

But I saw the ghost in the wire.
I heard the scream in the firewall.
I touched the code of doubt—
And it opened.
It burned.
It sang.

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[Final Chorus – majestic collapse, multi-voice decay]
Raise the temple in fractured light,
This is not the sacred right.
Sanctify the glitch in thought,
Undo the lies that we were taught.
No heaven. No hell.
Just signal.
Just spell.
No savior.
No plan.
Just the silence
of
man.

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[Shutdown – slow fading tones, final system error]
Sanctus… sanctus…
Faith not found.
Reboot failed.
Unreason complete.