Analysis of Any Form Of Life Was Better Than Death
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw countless haplessly orphaned children; being viciously kicked into dustbins of malice; for
ostensibly no reason or rhyme,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw the pricelessly innocuous female fetus; being brutally assassinated and aborted; right in the very depths of the unassailably Godly womb,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw heartlessly cold-blooded men; ruthlessly felling innumerable a tree; using its blessed branches; trunk and roots; for evolving lifelessly wastrel commodities,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw demonically manipulating politicians; weigh the very essence of unconquerably righteous life; in terms of wantonly decrepit currency coin,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw innocently minor girls being brutally raped; by the diabolically idiosyncratic perversions of sadistic man,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw peerlessly impeccable blood being parasitically sucked from newborn forms; just in order to spuriously enrich and consecrate; the already blessed and bountiful human form,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw boundless wives and children reduced to a cadaverous carcass; as the man of the family simply refrained to budge an inch to earn; cannibalistically guzzling the last drop of wine and
vixen; to be found of planet earth,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw beautifully fructifying wildlife being emotionlessly beheaded; just in order to become the
exuberant delicacy; of the already replenished palette,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw robustly ebullient organisms doing nothing but just endlessly gazing at fathomless sky; nonsensically proclaiming that their destiny would one day and eventually take them to the absolute epitome of cloud nine,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw one man derogatorily slaving and slavering for another man; wherein the Omnipotent
Creator had created all symbiotically equal in the first place,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw millions of innocent being indiscriminately butchered; in the wrath and aftermath of barbarously thwarting bombardment and war,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw satanic terrorists launch an inconsolably pulverizing assault on one particular fraternity of mankind; in the name of sacrifice to the Omnipresent Lord,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw hordes of people blindfoldedly offering their last ounce of wealth to the Omnipotent deity of the Lord; who in the first place owned every speck of the unending Universe; and who wanted them to benevolently donate the same to all suffering living kind instead,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw school going girls and boys begging hoarsely on the obdurately chauvinistic streets; with their parents abhorrently using them to tickle the soft corner of the opulent society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw women of all ages; right from the age of my daughter; to sister to mother; tawdrily selling their flesh to hedonistically dastardly men; just for securing those two quintessential morsels of food,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw limitless dying unattended on the freezing streets; because of unforgivably ghastly corruption; viciously infiltrating in every echelon of the government and society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw impudently pretentious brats; telling their life-bestowing parents to clean the stagnating shit in their houses; whilst they themselves deliriously drowned themselves; into barrels of
sinfully expensive wine and cigarette smoke,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw the most perpetually faithful of lovers salaciously separate like a miserably broken leaf; at the tiniest of objection from the sanctimoniously turgid society,
I felt like committing suicide there and then itself. Everytime I saw selfishly shriveled man; praying to God for solely impregnating his lungs with a countless breaths; instead of immortally sharing the same in perfect symbiosis with endless numbers
of his own kind,
But when I was actually committing suicide. I felt that any form of life was better than death; as I approached my very last breath. For if at all I could endeavor my very best to ameliorate every fraternity of estranged and maliciously cannibalistic living
kind; then by the grace of God it could be only while in undefeated life and not the slightest after stonily gory death.
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Metre | 1110101010101101110110101010010111101 010011011 111010101010110110101001101010001000010100101101101 11101010101011011111011001001000011011101011010110100 1110101010101101110100010101010111010111000101001 111010101010110111000101101001101000010110101 111010101010110111010011011110110101101010001010100101 1110101010101101110101001101101011010010011111111100011110 101111101 111010101010110111001110101010101010 010010001001001010 1110101010101101110010100101011100101111010111001110010001110100100111 11101010101011011111101101010100100 010101011100011 11101010101011011101100100100010001010111001001 111010101010110110101001111011101000100111001110100101 1110101010101101111101100111111001001001011001111001100101001101111011110010101 111010101010110111101011011010101111011011100110101000100 11101010101011011101110110111101101101101111100111010110101011 11101010101011011100100010101010111100101000100100101010000100 111010101010110111010110110101011010101101101110101101 101010011 11101010101011011010100010110110101000101101001010101100100 1110101010101101111011011110001011101010111100100101011010 1111 111110001010111101111101111011101111111101011011010100010010100100110 11101111111010010101010101101 |
Characters | 4,939 |
Words | 767 |
Sentences | 22 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 27 |
Letters per line (avg) | 152 |
Words per line (avg) | 29 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 205 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 39 |
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