Analysis of Lifetimes
Soulless beings unborn lifetimes past, stuck into the wombs of cordial yet trivial women;
vanished in the midst of where identities are never formed, birth cursed men and women that wanders through life lost without the guidance of their rightful ancestors—lifetimes too late.
Found and adopted by the rejected nomads of the earth, only to die eternally to their truth.
We weep now, bitterly.
For we are rejected once again, firstly by life, and now through spirituality…
It is He that devours our vulnerability… the devil that stores his soul in my family.
We know no god, earnestly, not even the fiend that puppeteers me.
Who will we be?
Who will I be?
Lifetimes gone, and I have this—a blank memory.
Have I willfully forgotten?
Today, compassion and empathy burns brightly in my vicinity.
Yet nothing human can reach me.
I cannot know your thirst, or your hunger.
I cannot know your pain… for some thing does not allow me.
I cannot shed a tear, for your lost hope of this day, or unimagined hope for your tomorrow.
You cannot depend on me, for humanity
I can only see me peripherally.
I am my own, selfishly.
Over and again, fatigued with repetition, I am roaming through past lives subsisting on divinity;
Regurgitating righteously.
In our today, deviltry weaves through my creativity.
I generate wicked words and roads to crude eternities—helplessly.
You know what it is that owns me.
He (me) who use to laugh centuries ago, with the salt of the earth,
now frowns down upon it.
Am I meant to imagine and own for me great royalty; to look above and beyond?
When what lies before me speaks more than truly, but fatefully.
Failing clumsily, I live exhaustively in misery.
My ancestry has ruined me!
Why was I not born when I was meant to be?
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Metre | 1010111110101110110010 10001110100110111101011011101010111010111 1001010010110110110100111 111100 111010101101101100100 11110101000100010111101100 11111001100110011 1111 1111 11011101100 11100010 010100100110010100 11010111 1101111110 11011111111011 1101011111111101011101 110011110100 11101101000 11111 100010110101110111110100 1100 0100111110100 11010101111100 11111111 11111110001101101 111011 1111010011111001101001 1110111111011 101001101000100 11001101 11111111111 |
Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
Characters | 1,725 |
Words | 307 |
Sentences | 26 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 2, 10, 12 |
Lines Amount | 31 |
Letters per line (avg) | 44 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 345 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 77 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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