Voice God

Metatron!
Inspiration from a higher authority.
The leading man or bulging sidekick
Or unlikely forms of evil,
Here and not, he is there.
He is a demon, a space alien,
The lowly creatures of the deep
And spiteful hell.
Chirping monkeys, kitty-cat growls
And dogs to slimy talkers.
This record player in his throat,
Repeating and jumping sounds he created;
His voice meadows the squeaks, squawks,
Humming, gurgles,
Hot breaths, jumpy talk or squeegee talk.
He is a normal man and a normal animal;
But preaching normal sounds
Of nightmares and a quenching sigh of peace.
An instrument of (thee) his voice box
An instrument of (thou) you and your ears
An inspiration of thyself (yourself) hearing.
How can you tell if this man is normal
When he is in every unlikely place at once
And unseen. Who is he?
You just missed him.