Analysis of Tomorrow Never comes
I will blossom into an island of sparkling newness; diffusing a river of profusely humanitarian empathy,
But only at the crack of marvelously voluptuous dawn; tomorrow.
I will ubiquitously waft a wave of irrefutable righteousness; annihilating every trace of salacious lechery entrapped within my persona,
But only at the first rays of ethereal Sunrise and beauty; tomorrow.
I will diligently assimilate all principles of holistically sagacious life; spawn into an eternal flower of uninhibited mankind,
But only at the primordial unfurling of brilliantly royal morning and cheer; tomorrow.
I will flamboyantly march towards the most bedazzling targets of tranquility; incinerating the candle of humanity in every household besieged with miserably
asphyxiating darkness,
But only at the unraveling of timeless sunshine and rhapsody; tomorrow.
I will exuberantly race towards the ravishingly tantalizing finishing line; wholeheartedly embracing every cloud of philanthropically glittering success,
But only at the unveiling of silken light and heavenly boisterousness; tomorrow.
I will enthusiastically adore every benevolently animate and inanimate entity; with profound empathy in my impeccable soul,
But only at the whispering of scintillating morning and exhilaration; tomorrow.
I will compassionately blaze into a perennial fireball of titillating seduction; magnificently enamoring all nubile maidens of my dreams,
But only at the fulminating of crusading brightness and patriotism; tomorrow.
I will dance with unprecedented euphoria under the blanket of resplendent stars; unequivocally surging forward with my comrades in the voice of unflinching existence,
But only at the commencement of bountifully mystical light and ecstasy; tomorrow.
I will rhetorically encapsulate all fathomless artistry lingering in the spell binding atmosphere; on the vivacious kaleidoscope of my barren canvas,
But only at the evolution of vibrant illumination and enchantment; tomorrow.
I will celestially uplift all those bereaved and gruesomely orphaned children; towards the corridors of gloriously unsurpassable happiness,
But only at the approaching of immaculately white light and poignant newness; tomorrow.
I will wholesomely emancipate from even the most infinitesimal of evil; shrugging every iota of ludicrously pathetic delinquency from my countenance,
But only at the shimmering of optimistic light and romantic fragrance; tomorrow.
I will ebulliently party with all my mates in inscrutably traumatizing pain and withering; blissfully maneuvering them towards the footsteps of Omniscient prosperity,
But only at the very first chirp of the melodious cuckoo and dynamism; tomorrow.
I will flirtatiously wink behind the gorgeously Sun soaked gorges; innocuously reminiscing my most revered moments as a child in the sacrosanct lap of my mother;
But only at the rising of Orange light in the cosmos and torrentially endless life; tomorrow.
I will profusely write countless lines of aristocratically Oligarchic literature; entrenching every bit of fabulously serene beauty of this gigantic Universe,
But only at the unfolding of enthralling scintillation and incredulous transpiration; tomorrow.
I will amicably sequester one and all under my spotless roof; wipe the tears of all those disastrously maimed and sprouting with spurious richness alike,
But only at the radiating of miraculously Omnipotent morning and dewdrops; tomorrow.
I will condone all those who I might previously penalized for inadvertent fallacies of theirs; commence my humble expedition to metamorphose this planet into a perpetual paradise,
But only at the holy shimmering of dazzling light and golden honey; tomorrow.
I will indefatigably pray with all my heart; soul and conscience; for God to bless all those mothers having unfortunately lost their children at war,
But only at the nascent unfurling of vividly astounding brightness and melodious tranquility; tomorrow.
I will unrelentingly dedicate each beat of my passionately palpitating heart; every instant of my beleaguered life to the service of unassailably wonderful and godly mankind,
But only at the ripening of Omnipresently healing Sunrise and limitless enthrallment; tomorrow.
And so poor man; he loitered and worthlessly killed a countless today's waiting for a tomorrow that never came; and would never ever come; as it profoundly abhorred people who wasted their majestically sparkling present; dreaming of an unfathomably
uncertain future; which only God had the right to preside and decide.
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Metre | 1110011101101001001010100100100 110101110000100101 111101100100100010010011010101011010 110101110100101001 111000010110011111011010101010011 110100100010110010100101 1101001010111010100010001010100010010111000 010010 1101001001101010001 111101011001001100001010011110001 1101001011010100101 1100100011001100001001001011000101001 1101010011100001001 1101000101001001011000100100001001110111 1101011010100100001 11110100010010010101010100010101110011010010 11010010111001010001 11010001011100100001101010010010111010 110100101100010001001 111101101011010010100110001100 11010010101000110101001 11101011001001001101010001011000010010011100 110101001010100101001 1111011110111010010001001010110100100 1101010111001001010001 11110101111010101101101010010011110 1101010110100100110101 110101101111100001010011100001101101010 1101001011100100101 1110000101011011011011110100101011001001 110101001010000100100101 110111111100010101010011011100101010110010010010 1101010100110010101001 111111111010111111101001000111011 110101001011000101000100010001 1111011111000100011001011010110101110001011 11010100111010100101 0111110110100110100111010110101110100110110101000101010111 01010110110110101 |
Characters | 4,519 |
Words | 661 |
Sentences | 19 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 3, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 39 |
Letters per line (avg) | 97 |
Words per line (avg) | 17 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 200 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
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