Analysis of Living Dead - Part 2
You might perhaps not need their altruistic support anymore; as you now felt yourself to be the strongest organism on the Universe; blazing through even the most fearful of maelstroms; in the untamed effervescent flavor of youth,
You might perhaps not need their compassionate fragrance anymore; as you now had the most pricelessly opulent of scents; sanctimoniously lined up on the windshield of your majestically crimson Mercedes,
You might perhaps not need their amiably bonding house anymore; as you now
resided in the most invincibly diamond studded castle; on this fathomlessly enamoring planet,
You might perhaps not need their selflessly guiding lights anymore; as you now evolved a civilization of unparalleled newness on every path you transgressed; pierced through even the most ghoulishly appalling darkness with your spell bindingly hawk-eyed sight,
You might perhaps not need their celestial nourishment anymore; as triumphant blood now flowed through your ebulliently ecstatic veins; at a speed faster than magical white lightening,
You might perhaps not need their profoundly heartwarming caress anymore; as
you now merrily cavorted with the girl of your choice behind the rain soaked
hills; with her hands convivially exploring every cranny of your miserably trembling skin,
You might perhaps not need their indefatigable inspiring anymore; as you now had the entire planet subliming you to unflinchingly march forward; to ubiquitously disseminate the royally unfettered power of your God-gifted artistry,
You might perhaps not need their optimistically enlightening talks anymore;
as you now had perennially imbibed the good's and bad's of inscrutably fantastic existence; deep into the dormitories of your blessed soul,
You might perhaps not need their irrefutably authoritative signature anymore; as you now had majestically carved a brilliant niche for your ownself on this limitlessly mesmerizing planet; and people around knew you by your very own inimitably victorious identity,
You might perhaps not need their lighthearted jokes anymore; as you now had
the power to cognize even the most funniest of anecdotes on the boundless
Universe; laugh every bone of your body out on the incomprehensible parody
generated,
You might perhaps not need their impeccably divinely spirit anymore; as you
now had assimilated all the unconquerably Omniscient spirituality of this timelessly extemporizing planet; tirelessly meditating in front of the Immortal Lord Almighty,
You might perhaps not need their enchantingly undefeatable voice anymore; as you now had discovered that the chords of your mesmerizing throat could timelessly enthrall one and all on this boundlessly insuperable Universe; wonderfully alike,
You might perhaps not need their splendidly recharging pat on the back anymore; as you now had the most iridescently tantalizing waterfalls and maidens to unassailably ignite even the most infidel of your senses,
You might perhaps not need their uninhibitedly emotional bonding anymore; as
you now had the heart of your eternally blessed lover to wholesomely lean and infallibly depend upon,
You might perhaps not need their impregnably untainted shoes anymore; as you
now created an ingeniously unconquerable pathway of effulgent freshness; on even the most evanescent chunk of soil that you tread,
You might perhaps not need their perpetually heartfelt presents anymore; as
every part of your diminutive persona; was now torrentially showered upon by
every bit of panoramically eclectic richness on this victorious planet,
You might perhaps not need their unceasingly fertile smiles anymore; as you
now had the indomitable virility to proliferate into infinite more of your kind; procreate your progeny till the time earth existed by the Grace of Omnipresent Lord Almighty,
You might perhaps not need their unsurpassably ardent breath anymore; as each time you now exhaled romancing in the elixir of youth; nothing else emanated but the fiery first rays of the Omnipotently golden Sun,
You might perhaps not need their Omnipresently throbbing hearts anymore; as
you now had perennially coalesced every beat of your endowed existence with
your heavenly venerated beloved,
But irrespective of whether you needed them the tiniest iota or not; without their blessings your identity wasn't even an obsolete piece of preposterously bizarre nothingness; without their blessings you stood neither in heaven and not even the most diabolical of hell; without their blessings success forever metamorphosed into gruesome failure before you could even scent it; O! Yes without the blessings of your Godly Parents you weren't just dead; but a sinfully satanic living dead.
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Metre | 11011110100101111101110101001010101100110110010101011 110111101001001111101110011111101110100010010 1101111100010101111 0100011101010111010010 1101111110101111010001010101011001101111001100010101111111 110111101010001101011111101011011011001100 11011110101001011 11100110111101011 11011010100101110001001 11011110100001001111100101011111101101001000101011110100 1101111010000100101 1111010000101011101001010101001111 110111110100100011111010001010111111110010010011111101101000100 1101111101011111 0101110011001101010 1011001111011000100100 100 11011110100010100111 1101001010100010011111010010001100101010 1101111111011111010101111001111101111110100001 110111110001011010111110111001001011011001101110 11011111010010011 11101110100110111010101 1101111101010111 10101010011111011001010111111 110111101000110011 100111010001011110011 1001110101011010010 110111111010111 11001000010010100110011111011100101101010110101010 1101111110101111110101000010111011001010011101101 11011111101011 1110100001100111010101 110010001 10010110110101000101101110101001010110111011000111011100100110010100110111001010101101001111011110101011101011011101010101 |
Characters | 4,672 |
Words | 713 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 3, 1, 2, 1, 4, 2, 1, 1, 2, 2, 3, 2, 1, 3, 1 |
Lines Amount | 35 |
Letters per line (avg) | 112 |
Words per line (avg) | 20 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 195 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 36 |
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