Analysis of The Lord Was Watching You
Although there mightn't be the most bucolic insinuation of light around; with every conceivable ingredient of the atmosphere being gruesomely circumscribed with
a coffin of darkness,
Although every leaf around might have slept an infinite hours ago; with nothing but perpetual stillness being the mantra of the lugubriously sullen evening,
Although every trace of exuberantly ecstatic wind around might have subsided to infinitesimally ethereal dust; with every commercial activity on this fathomless planet coming to an absolute standstill,
Although there might not be the tiniest trace of civilization around; with even the most obsolete shadows of bizarrely treacherous ghosts dogmatically refraining from listlessly floating in free space,
Although the stars might be completely obfuscated in mystical sky; by a viciously thunderous blanket of voluptuously titillating clouds,
Although the enigmatically cavorting spiders around might have transited into unbreakable sleep; with orphaned strands of their royal webs; now disintegrating into a boundless bits of nothingness,
Although the exotically spell binding flowers around might have invidiously crumbled into a disorientedly befuddled heap; with every of their once enchantingly redolent petals now coalescing with wisps of worthlessness,
Although the waves of the ebulliently rhapsodic sea around might have drowned into feckless extinction; with nothing but unimaginably heartless space taking
insidious and complete control,
Although even the most subservient element of squelched moisture around might have dried to a ghastly death; with ludicrously imperturbable austerity forever reigning supreme,
Although the uninhibited cries of the newborn around might have horrifically asphyxiated; with even the sound of a mercurial pin irrevocably restraining to
come from the ground,
Although the unlimitedly gigantic shadows around might have surreptitiously enveloped every conceivable object in vicinity; with the eyes finding it overwhelmingly difficult to sagaciously discern between the black and scintillatingly white,
Although the innocuously whispering grasshoppers around might have surrendered themselves in mind; body and spirit; to graveyards of horrifically dumb silence,
Although the thunderously resonating echoes around might have pathetically dissolved into a mortuary of decrepit emptiness; resigning to the inevitably
acerbic unveiling of time,
Although the inanely fragile footprints around might have shrunk into the aisles of dastardly oblivion; with agglomerated conviviality being a remorsefully far cry,
Although the spirit of unflinchingly fearless patriotism might have ridiculously dwindled around; with unbelievably peaceful sighs replacing the triumphantly blazing clanging of the impregnable swords,
Although the minute hand and hour hand of the grandfather clock around might have remained irretrievably agglutinated at the same spot; even as
time rampantly sped by,
Although every speck of brilliant versatility around might have metamorphosed into a miserably slavering well of abysmal nonchalance; with even the most miraculously galloping inspiration fading under the midday Sun,
Although every breath around might have subsided into the realms of hell even before one could inhale it out; and each wisp of life might have grotesquely
died,
O! Yes; Even if the entire earth around might have closed its eyes or come to a perpetually disillusioned standstill: Remember that the most fugitively frigid
action of yours was being ardently watched by the Omnipotent Lord Almighty; so watch your step dear mate; and make sure that it treads towards righteousness; righteousness and just immortally humanitarian and symbiotically unconquerable
righteousness; whenever you dare to tread.
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Metre | 1110101010001011011100010001001010101011 010110 1100101111110010011101010010100101011010 110011101010111010110100111000100100111101011101 11111010011001001110011011110010100010110010011 101110101010011010010010111001 1010101001111000101001110111101101000101011100 10111010011111001010101110011111001010101111 10110101010111101100101101110110 010000101 110010100100111001111101011100011000101001 10010011010011110100110011001001010000101 1101 10101010111010001010001001000100101101010010011010101011 1011001001110100101100101111110 101100100111010000101010010101000101001000 01001011 10110101111010111000100111100111 10101110100011010001001101001010100010010101001001 101010101101010111010010011011101 1111 11001110010001111010100011101010111001010001000101010011 11001011101001011110011101110111111010 1 111010010101111111110010000101010101110 101111010011001001010111111011111011001000110100011 1000101111 |
Characters | 3,771 |
Words | 535 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3 |
Lines Amount | 27 |
Letters per line (avg) | 118 |
Words per line (avg) | 20 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 177 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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