Analysis of But Atleast Love Me When I'm Alive
I really wouldn't mind it even an infinitesimal trifle; if you salaciously chose to and forever buried my body an infinite feet beneath the surface of tawdrily fetid earth; after my breath had died and my wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even an inconspicuous trifle; if you barbarously chose to and forever kept my body in the cold-bloodedly heartless freezer; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even an insouciant trifle; if you mercilessly chose to and forever kept my body on the treacherously vulture laden terrace; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a diminutive trifle; if satanically chose to and forever kept chopping my body into a countless pieces of nothingness; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even an ethereal trifle; if you diabolically chose to and forever burnt my body on the most vindictively smoldering embers of iron; after
my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even an evanescent trifle; if you demonically chose to and forever cemented my body into the asphyxiatingly penurious hollows of the
wall; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a teeny trifle; if you sadistically chose to and forever trampled my body with your uncouthly bohemian shoe; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a mercurial trifle; if you intolerably chose to and forever kept submerging my body into the most violently blistering of acid; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a fugitive trifle; if you venomously chose to and forever bombarded my body with the most ruthlessly excoriating of bombs; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a vespered trifle; if you sinfully chose to and forever fed my body to the most pugnaciously stinking of pigs; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even an obfuscated trifle; if you ominously chose to and forever spat on my body the most ignominiously ludicrous of your spit; after
my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a teeny trifle; if you tyrannically chose to and forever crushed my body under the most atrociously rampaging bulldozer; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a transient trifle; if you hedonistically chose to and forever kept my body pathetically strangulated in the most wretchedly preposterous of coffin; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even an oblivious trifle; if you forlornly chose to and forever stitched every pore of my body with the most horrendously bellicose of thread; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a flickering trifle; if you wickedly chose to and forever plundered my body with an infinite blood-curling nails; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a truncated trifle; if you dementedly chose to and forever dissected every minute cranny of my body to tingle your perverted
senses; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a cloistered trifle; if you viciously chose to and forever suspended my body ridiculously upside down from the scorpion studded ceiling; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a pallid trifle; if you horrifically chose to and forever tossed my body to the unsurpassably emaciated sharks; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even a non-existent trifle; if you deliriously chose to and forever ate every bone from the skeleton of my body for nocturnal supper; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
I really wouldn't mind it even an invisible trifle; if you criminally chose to and forever kept my body in a region of haplessly disoriented vacuum; where there existed no land or holistic space; after my breath had died and wholesome death,
O! Yes; I really wouldn't mind it even a quavering trifle; if you unforgivably chose and forever did whatever you wanted with every part of my body after my breath had died and wholesome death; whether you torturously crucified me in ghastly hell or stabbed me an infinite times; an infinite kilometers even beyond its amorphous realms,
But atleast love me when I'm alive.
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Metre | 110101110100100101111100101011011001010101110110111101101 11010111010100101111100101110001110101011110101 11010111010101011100011001011101011010101011110101 110101110001001011110010110110010101011001011110101 1101011101010010111110010111010111001011010 11110101 11010111010101011111001001011001011001010 11011110101 1101011100101011111001010110111010011011110101 1101011100010010110100011001011110010110001001101011110101 1101011100100101111100100101101011000100111011110101 11010111001101111100101110101110111011110101 11010111011101110001100101111001110011110 11110101 1101011100101011111001011101001110101011110101 11010111001010111110010111001000100110001001101011110101 110101110101001011111001011001111010110010111011110101 11010111001001011100110010101101110011011011110101 11010111001010111110010010100101011101101010 101011110101 1101011100101011100110010010110010001111010010101011110101 110101110010101111100101110101010011011110101 1101011100101010111110010110011010011101010101011110101 110101110101001011100011001011100010110100101101011101011011110101 1111010111001001011110010110110110011110101111010110111010101111110011100010100110101 11111101 |
Characters | 4,465 |
Words | 759 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 22 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 139 |
Words per line (avg) | 29 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 164 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
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