Written by: tutuola michael

Out of a dark-wet laboratory,I came amputated.

To grab a world out of my grasp.

When all my limbs are halted,comes a "god"

Off stylomastoid foramen,

Praying-pass the ganglion of difficulty,

Wielding,five headed- sword;all for me.

Upon my genu, I hail thee.O almigthy,

"pes anserinius major"

 By:Tutuola michael