Analysis of Time- An Unstoppable Whirlwind
Whether you be the most triumphant vanguard of all civilization; or whether you be a mist of inimitably silken desire; sensuously enveloping every cranny of this beleaguered planet in cloudbursts of ardent desire,
Whether you be an indomitably towering mountain top; or whether you be a river of perennial enchantment; cascading down the ever-pervading Himalayas,
Whether you be a garden of celestially endowing roses; or whether you be the sky of fathomlessly invincible truth; miraculously mitigating even the most ephemeral speck of sorrow; from the periphery of this estranged Universe,
Whether you be a timelessly resplendent star; or whether you be a boundless playground of ecstatic frolic; merrily cavorting till times beyond eternity; behind the handsomely Sun soaked hills,
Time is an unstoppably inevitable whirlwind which simply doesn't stop for you or the greatest of your form if you're not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to the most unprecedentedly euphoric limits; or be swept like a frigidly inane matchstick in its
unrelentingly inexorable swirl.
Whether you be a cloud of exotically voluptuous titillation; or whether you be an impeccably spell binding saint; rising to the most sagaciously sacrosanct degrees of self control,
Whether you be a reindeer of unlimited prosperity; or whether you be an uninhibitedly blazing wave of indefatigably unparalleled optimism,
Whether you be a stupendously unassailable incense stick of unflinching righteousness; or whether you be an enigmatically supernatural idol; selflessly
exorcising yourself from even the most infinitesimal bit of worldly desire,
Whether you be the everlastingly titillating voice of the enchanting nightingale; or whether you be an effervescently mystical kite; floating in invincibly untainted sky,
Time is an uncontrollably inevitable maelstrom which simply doesn't stop for you or the greatest of your form if you're not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to the most unbelievably ecstatic limits; or be devoured in its tirelessly unremitting wisps like the orphaned whisker of the sultry broomstick.
Whether you be a tornado of uncanny exhilaration; or whether you be the ebulliently gyrating feathers of the peacock; under the very first drops of eternally magnificent rain,
Whether you be the uncrowned King of the entire opalescent planet; or whether you be the most venerated poet of the century; mellifluously stirring trillions of hearts with the spirit of magical brotherhood and immortal love,
Whether you be a fountain of benevolently untainted innocence; or whether you be the meadows of ubiquitously untamed mischief; unraveling into Godly childhood every unfurling instant of the gloriously Sunlit day,
Whether you be a brazenly revolutionary echo that defies all murderously decrepit convention; or whether you be an unconquerably princely panther; gleefully marauding at your very own will; through the bushy undergrowths of the ravishing forest,
Time is a tirelessly inevitable waterfall which simply doesn't stop for you or the greatest of your form if you're not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to
the most propitiously sensational limits; or be buried forever and ever and ever beneath your veritable corpse; losing to its undefeatable essence even before you were born.
Whether you be the heavenly zephyr blissfully blowing across the panoramic landscapes; or whether you be the non-invasively surreal dewdrop amiably clinging to
mother grass,
Whether you be the most eclectic entity ever born on this gigantically blessing planet; or whether you be the ultimate harbinger of all torturously bereaved and
preposterously aggrieved humanity,
Whether you be that leaf on the tree which never falls; or whether you be the most opulent organism on this colossal Universe; with even the saliva oozing from your mouth being of astoundingly glittering gold,
Whether you be an apostle of timelessly impregnable peace; or whether you be an infallible chariot of unfettered success; embedding the flag of altruistically enamoring triumph on every inch of this symbiotic earth,
Time is an incredulously gushing tornado which simply doesn't stop for you or the greatest of your form if you're not the Lord; so utilize every second of it to the most insuperably royal of limits; or become just another of its haplessly prattling victim; like countless greats have already been in the past; like your raving kind.
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Characters | 4,426 |
Words | 693 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 7 |
Lines Amount | 25 |
Letters per line (avg) | 147 |
Words per line (avg) | 28 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 916 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 173 |
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