Analysis of You can't kill God
A crown of thorns twisted and placed on His head
A cross preparedMan made this crown for His ultimate defeat
They led Him down the road amongst the screaming crowd
They spit in His face and mocked in His presence
There has never been an event so loud
Hatred and murder was the essence
Nailed to that cross He cried out in pain
They gave Him sour wine to drink
Man in his natural state is insane
The sin in him does make him stink
He gave His last breath as He let out a yell
They thought they had won this fight
They thought they sent this "blasphemer" to hell
But He would rise out of the grave with God's might!
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| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 01111001111 0111111110001 111101010101 11011010110 1110110111 100101010 111111101 11110111 1011001101 01011111 11111111101 1111111 11111111 11111101111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 618 |
| Words | 126 |
| Sentences | 2 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 4, 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 14 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
| Words per line (avg) | 9 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 122 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 31 |
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