Analysis of Without Waiting
Without waiting for unflinching strength to peerlessly enshroud my arms; if I plunged head-on into the ferociously beheading battlefield; then the aftermath of it would be; ignominiously crippling defeat; instead,
Without waiting for priceless empathy to selflessly encircle the periphery of my eyes; if I galloped on an inexhaustible mission to embrace every echelon of brutally tyrannized humanity; then the aftermath of it would be; hapless disintegration into gruesomely cruel nothingness; instead,
Without waiting for fructifying thoughts to brilliantly spawn in my brain; if I commenced to write the most literary Herculean epic of my time; then the aftermath of it would be; baseless balderdash raunchily perspiring from everywhere; instead,
Without waiting for triumphant melody to fantastically brew up my throat; if I started to perpetuate every cranny of the fathomless Universe with a celestially enchanting song; then the aftermath of it would be; a corpse of indescribably cacophonic ghoulishness; instead,
Without waiting for effulgent smiles to uninhibitedly the contours of my lips; if I chivalrously tried to disseminate the essence of true conviviality amidst every disparagingly beleaguered organism on this planet; then the aftermath of it would be; a cloudburst of tears erupting at every step that I took; instead,
Without waiting for indispensable hunger to reverberate from the hollow of my stomach; if I devoured every sumptuously succulent delicacy on this boundless earth; then the aftermath of it would be; a vomit with such ghastly rebuke which would horridly desecrate the purest of soils; instead,
Without waiting for sleep to wholesomely relinquish my eyes; if I commenced to segregate the quintessential needle from the fecklessly looming haystack; then the
aftermath of it would be; every trace of holistic sanctity metamorphosing into tawdrily suffocating deliriousness; instead,
Without waiting for blood to ecstatically rush through my veins; if I drifted into the valley of unsurpassably timeless adventure; then the aftermath of it would be; deterioration into a gutter of inanely fatigued meaninglessness; instead,
Without waiting for blazing truth to unrestrictedly permeate my conscience; if I indefatigably proceeded to teach the chapters of symbiotic humanity; then the
aftermath of it would be; being brutally charred to the dungeons of hell; instead,
Without waiting for jubilant virility to consummately bless my persona; if I attempted to procreate the countless of own living kind; then the aftermath of it would be; delinquently choking stagnation forever and ever and ever; instead,
Without waiting for the waves of perennial contentment to endow my soul; if I tried to miraculously mitigate the suffering of every wounded soldier on this globe; then the aftermath of it would be; every bit of benign goodness transforming into sadistically cannibalistic blood; instead,
Without waiting for passion to tower high and handsome into my fingers; if I tried to blissfully sketch every inch of the Lord's panoramically boundless creation; then the aftermath of it would be; egregiously amorphous skeletons wailing till times immemorial; instead,
Without waiting for a surreal yawn to wonderfully besiege my mouth; if I tried to timelessly snore under my silken nocturnal quilt; then the aftermath of it would be; a night of wretchedly maniacal and diabolical desperation; instead,
Without waiting for the rhythm of marvelous pragmatism to wholesomely drape my senses; if I started to solve the inexplicably carcinogenic riddles of every dwelling in acrimonious despair; then the aftermath of it would be; vanishing like a frigid whisker even before uttering a singleton word; instead,
Without waiting for naturally inevitable pressure pounding on my bowels; if I tried to expurgate in such a way that I would never ever have to go to the lavatory for a lifetime; then the aftermath of it would be; the mortuary of insanity galore dissolving
me into cadaverous emptiness; instead,
Without waiting for hair to extrude from my scalp and skin; if I valiantly subjected myself to the winds of the chilliest of winter; then the aftermath of it would be; forlornly fretting in uncontrollably emaciating pneumonia for the remainder of my life; instead,
Without waiting for inferno's of seductively untamed passion to royally enslave my silhouette; if I leapt out to ignite desire into every disconsolately decrepit organism on unceasing earth; then the aftermath of it would be; jailhouses of sleazy infertility reigning mockingly supreme; instead,
Without waiting for my lungs to harmoniously sing for quintessential oxygen; if I tried to inhale every bit of synergistically emollient air on the trajectory of this limitless Universe; then the aftermath of it would be; a ludicrously inflated balloon ready to burst into an infinite bits of infinitesimal stupidity; instead,
And without waiting for my heart to compassionately throb within my chest; if I tried to bond every of its beat with the chapters of Immortally insuperable love in this entire world; then the aftermath of it would be; vindictively vituperative
and unbearable betrayal; instead.
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Metre | 011010101110111111110100100010101010111111000101 01101101001101000100111111011001001010110010110010100101011111000100111010001 01101111100101111011101100010010111101011111010101011001 0110101010010100111111101010100101011010101011010111101111101 011011111011111111101001011101100010000101001110101011110111101100111101 011010100101010010101110110101001100100011101101011110101110011110010101101 0110111101011110111000101010110110 101111100110101001011100101 01101110100111111100101011100101010111101000010101101101 011011011110110111010110101010010010 10111110100110101101 0110110001001111010110101101010111011010111111001001001001001 0110101101000101011111110100010010011001010111101011111001101100100111101 01101101101010011101111100110011011100101010111101000101001011010001 0110100111100001111111111011001011010111101110001000010001001 0110101011001001111101110110010000101011001000100011010111110010101010011000100101 01101100001000101011101111101011111010111101001011010111101001010001010 101110001 0110111011110111100010110110100110101011111100010001000101001011101 0110111010011011000110111111010100110010101001010110101111111001001010101 01101111010001101010011110110011111100100111001010101111010000100110110111001100100010001 001101111010001011111111100111101011110101011010111111000 0010001001 |
Characters | 5,192 |
Words | 802 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2 |
Lines Amount | 23 |
Letters per line (avg) | 187 |
Words per line (avg) | 35 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 226 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 42 |
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