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GOD ALMIGHTY



God of mystery.
Changer of history.
Worship as an habitat.
Beauty of a million carat.
Purity in high places;
the whiteness of cherubim laces.
Sole definition of holiness.
Perfection laced with soulfulness.
A supremacy worthy of salutation...
the height of heavenly sanitation.

The uniqueness of a name.
Your glory cannot be tamed.
God almighty...
the excellence of a deity.
A spirit indomitable...
this is beyond a million fables.
The two edged sword.
The precedence of every word.
Absolute owner of the universe...
I owe you more than a poetic verse.

Lanre badmus
February 2018

photography by Leke Adesuyi.

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