The Papacy Prostitute Beast

Trey Knowles’ The Papacy Prostitute Beast places the judgment where it belongs—with the individual—inviting the audience to decide whether Trey Knowles’ comedy, The Papacy Psychosis, is madness, metaphor, or something more dangerous: clarity.

Through satire, provocation, and symbolic excess, the work dismantles inherited authority and interrogates who benefits when belief goes unquestioned. Sacred language is twisted into spectacle, power is dragged into the light, and the audience is left without instructions—only responsibility. This is not a sermon, a diagnosis, or a declaration of truth. It is an open system. A confrontation. A stress test for belief itself. If the ideas feel unstable, that instability is the point. The line between revelation and delusion is deliberately blurred, forcing each viewer to locate it for themselves. The Papacy Prostitute Beast does not tell you what to think. It asks whether thinking freely has been pathologized—and whether clarity, when it finally arrives, is the most unsettling outcome of all.