Analysis of Forever An artist
Whether you placed him on the majestically regale clouds; or whether you placed him on the discordantly blaring and devastatingly dusty streets,
Whether you placed him on royal embellishments of mesmerizing ice-cream; or whether you placed him in the center of the overflowing gutter drain; nonchalantly stinking of nothing but undigested sewage,
Whether you placed him on idols of fantastically glistening gold; or whether you placed him in the heart of the vindictively hedonistic maelstrom; where nothing but savage blood dogmatically rained,
Whether you placed him in the aisles of ardently unending desire; or whether you placed him on the deadpans of traumatically horrific despair and delinquent hopelessness,
Whether you placed him on feathers of unparalleled felicitation; or whether you placed him in a disparagingly pulverized curry of obnoxiously squandering
tomatoes and lethal scorpions,
Whether you placed him on the spectacularly bewitching and princely throne; or whether you placed him on a bed of acrimoniously torturous thorns,
Whether you placed him on fathomlessly resplendent sea's of panoramic enchantment; or whether you placed him in the exact middle of the diabolically scorching fires,
Whether you placed him in the heavens of unconquerable prosperity; or whether you placed him in mortuaries of treacherously ghoulish and maiming abuse,
Whether you placed him amidst vivaciously dancing peacocks; or whether you placed him in the murderously asphyxiating coffin alive,
Whether you placed him in the cradles of impregnably unblemished innocence; or whether you placed him in disastrously miserable jailhouses of the forlornly corrupt politician,
Whether you placed him in the meadows of picturesquely panoramic divinity; or whether you placed him in the truculently acrid and perniciously sweltering desert
sands,
Whether you placed him in impeccably milky cisterns of enigmatic moonlight; or whether you placed him in the disdainfully fretting pig stalk; where all he got to
eat was cannibalistically lackadaisical shit,
Whether you placed him in an armor of patriotically blazing selflessness; or whether you placed him in frigidly sulking and regretfully orphaned ponds of nothingness,
Whether you placed him in the entrenchment of everlastingly fructifying sainthood; or whether you placed him in lackluster mud quagmired with cold-blooded leeches and egregious worms,
Whether you placed him on the skies of handsomely burgeoning victory; or whether you placed him in the gratuitously hideous crocodiles; emaciated mouth,
Whether you placed him in the winds of aristocratically bestowing chivalry; or whether you placed him in fecklessly slavering and tumultuously rebuked saliva,
Whether you placed him in the crystal of miraculously celestial clairvoyance; or whether you placed him between the petulantly shivering; stray dog's tail,
Whether you placed him in an unsurpassable valley of timelessly redolent roses; or whether you placed him in a grotesquely cacophonic skeleton of baselessly orphaned mosquitoes,
Whether you placed him abreast the entire wealth and love on this limitless planet; or whether you placed him on the floors where mercilessly marauded the most satanically greedy of dinosaurs,
And it really doesn't matter where you decided to place him; amidst what shape and form you decided to place his destined life; because if he was true to each beat of his euphoric heart; if he was true to his spirit of harmoniously symbiotic existence; if he was true to the message that the Lord Almighty had ordered him to tirelessly convey; he would forever remain an artist even as ghostly hell relentlessly rained down
on earth; O! Yes his immortal art would never ever die.
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Metre | 101111001000111101111011001000101 1011111011100111101110010101001011010101101110 1011111010100100111011100110101010110110101001 10111001110001001011011110111010010010100 10111110101011101110001000101011100 010010100 1011110010001010111011110111101 1011111010110100101101110001101011010 10111001011010011011101111001001 1011101110111011100101001001 10111001011010100110111001001000110101010 10111001110100100110111001100110010 1 1011100100101010101110111001101111111 11101001 10111011011101001101110110001001011100 101110001011111101110101111101000101 10111101110010010011011100010001001001001 10111001110101001101110110101010 1011100101010000100101101110101100111 101110111011100101101110001011001110010 10111010010101111001011011110111000101110110 011010101110111011101110111101011111111110101111111101010000100101111101010101011011100011101001110101101010011 111110101110101 |
Characters | 3,718 |
Words | 570 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 129 |
Words per line (avg) | 24 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 155 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
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