Analysis of Wolf Mask
I was howling at the moon before I wore teeth,
A painted whore in virgins clothing,
Selling fire to the houses of the holy and preaching porn to the pure,
Busting faces off ancient cages,
Waking the living sleeping in the ashes of the dead,
Faith is a drop splashing into the books that whisper onto the ears of the blind.
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Metre | 111010101111 010101010 1010101010100101101 101011010 10010100010101 11011001011101001101 |
Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 322 |
Words | 66 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 6 |
Lines Amount | 6 |
Letters per line (avg) | 43 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 256 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 61 |
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