The Him In Me Poem by Arowolo Rokeeb Eniola

Thou art emperor of wonderful seven planets,
thy infinite power and might,
sufficient to incapacitate this infinitesimal world.
Ye that mould every man, each
with its natural and impactful form,
plants and animals, each with its glorious and meritorious form,
are thy handiwork.
Who Am I To Extol Thee?

Infallible Spirit, Invincible Being,
mistakes/goofs stand not in your domain,
legions have no terrain in thy TERRITORY,
savant-inept lucifer impugn,
to vie for your inaccessible throne,
but dungeon he found himself,
and haunted with drudgery,

When man down in dumps,
felt he is a porter of all sorrows,
a carrier of all sadness,
thou in thy plethora mercies,
returns to its marrow, a surge of fervor
and happiness in all happenstances,

The imbecile in its docility,
babbles a song to laud thy appreciable works.
The maniac in its psychotic mannerism,
gabbles a praise to credit your commendable tasks.

Filthiness all over me as a man,
but thou pasteurize me immensely in estuary river.