Analysis of The Lord's Most Favorite Child.
Celebrate the voluptuously cascading rain; with an unsurpassable flurry of nubile vixens; compassionately matching step to step; of your ebulliently dancing stride,
Celebrate the eternally Omnipotent dawn; with mellifluously impeccable cisterns of honey; unabashedly dribbling across every conceivable pore of your nimbly impoverished body,
Celebrate the sensuously inebriating night; with a plethora of handsomely untainted bonfires; whose unflinchingly golden flames; kissed the farthermost corner of the fathomlessly enamoring sky,
Celebrate the uninhibitedly liberating holidays; with unlimitedly enthralling labyrinths of adventures; which gave bountifully fresh birth to every dying pore of your skin; every unfurling instant of destined lifetime,
Celebrate philanthropically ameliorating victory; with celestially beautiful smiles; which made you as well everyone around you feel; the most inimitably priceless organism on this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe,
Celebrate invincibly venerated motherhood; with perennially unconquerable compassion; which granted the most poignant fortresses of solidarity; to the
majestically newborn child,
Celebrate fantastically unfettered paradise; with unceasingly iridescent caravans of spell binding fantasy; which timelessly escalated you to the footsteps of the Omnipresent divine,
Celebrate unbelievably tranquil loneliness; with magically unhindered enchantment; which inexorably mitigated you of even the most infinitesimally non-existent of your worries,
Celebrate indomitably fearless oneness; with the mantra of ubiquitously unparalleled humanity; which made you feel that there was nothing else but miraculously undefeated heaven; on even the most disappearing step that you nimbly tread,
Celebrate incredulously invincible Everest; with the most ravishingly costliest oceans of shimmering champagne; which seductively sparked an inferno of unendingly untamed desire in even the most obliviously crumbling of your bones,
Celebrate wonderfully replenishing sleep; with an endlessly fructifying festoon of jubilant dreams; which refreshed the innermost dormitories of your soul; to spawn into an infinite civilizations of newness; the very next rays of glistening dawn,
Celebrate perpetually egalitarian brotherhood; with the sky of fathomlessly bonding and unshakable unity; which perpetuated in you the temerity; to peerlessly behead even the most sacrilegiously assassinating of devil,
Celebrate panoramically effulgent beauty; with unstoppably ardent cloudbursts of appreciation; which evaporated even the most hedonistically frazzled of your nerves; into wisps of insouciantly vanishing oblivion,
Celebrate amazingly earnest candidness; with the ever-pervadingly righteous soil of brilliant honesty; which imparted you the most insuperably royal wings to fly; for times beyond an infinite more lifetimes,
Celebrate triumphantly benign lips; with an everlastingly unflinching kiss of imperceptible passion; which rekindled in you a fresh desire to exist; even when a countless feet beneath your hideously veritable grave,
Celebrate gloriously golden sweat; with a tireless cavalcade of salutations towards the Omnisciently showering sky; which acted as your sole savior in every tangible and intangible sphere of synergistically destined life,
Celebrate ecstatically tantalizing breath; with a fearlessly never-ending hug; which made you feel quintessentially closer; to your incomparably magnetic rudiments,
Celebrate victoriously unmatched heartbeat; with a Universe of fervent gregariousness; which forever coalesced every element of your survival; symbiotically with every fraternity; caste; creed; religion and tribe,
And celebrate every instant of optimistically blessed life; with the beats of immorally Omnipresent love; which granted you a permanent place in the most unassailable thrones of heaven; and which made you this very unfurling moment; the Lord's most favorite child.
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Metre | 10010101111101110100010111111101 1000100010011101001011001001000110001001111001010 10010100110100110001010111011011010101001 10011001011111010111111100101111100010101101 1011100111001111111001110111010011110010 10110010101000101011001101001010010 01000101 10010001010110101011101001110011011001001 1001001010011000010010101000100111001110101110 1011010101011010010011111111011010000101011001010111101 10101001001011100101100011010011010111010010011100111 101000010011110011110011010101001111101110000101100101111001 100100000100101011110001001001010001001001101100110100110 1011101110110010101001001110111011111000100 1001001011010110111010010101011101111101110011 10010001111101011010010101001010101011010101011100010001 1010001011010010110101100111011110010010000100111101 10010010011011010111110100101101000010100 10101110101101101001100100110101110001001101001 0101001010100011101110101110101001001010011100111110010100111001 |
Characters | 3,945 |
Words | 524 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 167 |
Words per line (avg) | 26 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 186 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
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