The Collective Soul Reverberates With Hate.

I only had to say this once.
I think, therefore I am
That being the name of god.
The collective soul, I AM.

I exist and I live.
I think, therefore I am.
I am god. I am the voice
Of my own Messiah.

Heretical prose and rhythm
To prove I am the one,
The god that hates and makes
The air vibrate with sound.


Godliness never felt so berated.
Never felt so grounded to my mortality.
Still my voice says I AM,
Knowing despite the contradiction.

That the Collective Soul reverberates with Hate.