Analysis of God Gifted brain.
Never ever enter into the brain of the ant; or you'll get haplessly strangulated for brilliantly unfettered freedom; identity and bountiful space,
Never ever enter into the brain of the elephant; or you'll suddenly find yourself a lugubriously disoriented burden to earth; emanating an infinite groans to just alight your foot an inconspicuous inch from the soil,
Never ever enter into the brain of the lion; or you'll develop a sadistically ignominious perceptive for every fraternity of humanity; vomiting a countless times as there was now nothing else but innocent blood in your cannibalistically ominous throat,
Never ever enter into the brain of the scorpion; or you'll inexhaustibly spit at your ownself for being the most poisonous organism on earth; fostering nothing else but unbearable vindication in every wanton ingredient of your body,
Never ever enter into the brain of the nightingale; or you'll initially find yourself to be the most mellifluously enchanting creature on the planet; but soon weep every unfurling instant of your destined time; as the King incarcerated every speck of your untamed sensuousness within the four walls of his mundane palace,
Never ever enter into the brain of the bumble bee; or you'll feel like licking the nails of your morbid coffin instead; rather than the unrelentingly unsparing stabbing of incongruous buzzing sound,
Never ever enter into the brain of the mosquito; or you'll feel that most treacherously impoverished entity on earth; the most appallingly ridiculed entity on the Universe; was none other than you and only you,
Never ever enter into the brain of the rose; or you'll feel utterly devastated as every now and again your petals withered to coalesce with worthless mud; and an army of profanely parasitic leeches deplorably expurgated on your nubile stem,
Never ever enter into the brain of the clouds; or you'll feel a viciously uncouth pall of deteriorating gloom profoundly perpetuate into the last bone of your spine; and every trifle of felicity gorily metamorphosed into amorphously delirious black,
Never ever enter into the brain of the dog; or you'll want to forever extinguish even the most infinitesimal trace of your existence; rather than hopelessly slaving your entire life to the commands of the eccentrically unruly master,
Never ever enter into the brain of the donkey; or you'll feel that paradise was just an obfuscated illusion of shit; intractably wanting to pulverize your life; as virtually every entity in the world outside; used your name as the most spontaneous abuse,
Never ever enter into the brain of the snake; or you'll feel that there was just nothing else on the trajectory of this unceasing Universe; than pugnaciously asphyxiating lethality,
Never ever enter into the brain of the night; or you'll feel that only demons brutally ruled this sacrosanct earth; with even the most ethereal bit of optimism transforming into a satanic graveyard of flagrantly subjugated desperation,
Never ever enter into the brain of the seed; or you'll find nothing but lecherously blackened labyrinths of squalid mud perennially around you; breathing every blessed moment of your life in criminal darkness; whereas the fruit beautifully reaped all Omnipotent Sunlight,
Never ever enter into the brain of the mountain; or you'll find yourself die a limitless deaths of abhorrent stagnation every unleashing instant; not able to budge an infidel inch from your original creation; whilst sequestering the entire planet in
your unflinchingly invincible swirl,
Never ever enter into the brain of the cockroach; or you'll feel the most
abjectly sordid organism in this world; inevitably fretting for an infinite lives amidst a gutter of obnoxiously ostracized feces; whilst fresh life astoundingly proliferated at every conceivable step outside,
Never ever enter into the brain of the scarecrow; or you'll feel like a lividly crumbling scapegoat without the tiniest identity of your own; sinfully abandoned only to lure prized prey or ludicrously shoo diminutive insects,
Never ever enter into the brain of the frog; or you'll feel the most grouchily suppressed entity on this endless planet; wailing at the top of your cacophonic lungs; but alas within the cadaverously depraving and slimy walls of the cancerously confining well,
Never ever enter into the brain of the poet; or you'll inexplicably feel circumscribed by a mist of newness and unfathomably agonizing trauma at the same moment; and a majority of the time the latter diabolically ruling the former,
I therefore indefatigably beseech you to never ever enter into the brain of anybody; as howsoever inscrutably alluring the prospect might seem at the outset; the apocalypses of ribald hell would eventually gobble you without the tiniest of innuendo,
Instead if you really wanted to symbiotically triumph and Immortally love on the periphery of this unbelievably endowing Universe; if you really wanted to lead life as the most pricelessly liberated organism of the Omniscient Almighty Lord; then use the same 2 centimeters of insuperable network within your skull with which you were created; use the same 2 centimeters of miraculously creative powerhouse with which you emanated your very first cry; use your own and very own god-gifted brain
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Characters | 5,285 |
Words | 842 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 21 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 23 |
Letters per line (avg) | 189 |
Words per line (avg) | 37 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 207 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 40 |
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