Analysis of Was It His Fault?
Was it his fault; that he was born horrendously blind; witnessing nothing but remorsefully crippling darkness; since the very first cry of innocuous birth?
Was it his fault; that he was born gruesomely maimed; deplorably staggering into a valley of insipid nothingness; never able to confront the Sun face-on?
Was it his fault; that he was born preposterously deaf; unknowingly smiling towards the graveyards of extinction; while his tortured kin shouted their voices hoarse; for instantaneous help?
Was it his fault; that he was born with abhorrent mental disorders; remaining as stoical as a decaying leaf; even though the planet abreast him unfurled into an unfathomable entrenchment of panoramically blissful newness?
Was it his fault; that he was born disdainfully dumb; not able to express even the most poignantly fulminating of his desires; as unsurpassable rivers of priceless blood rolled down his nimble cheeks?
Was it his fault; that he was born treacherously orphaned; with the most fantastic days of his childhood being evolved in the realms of the fetidly threadbare dustbin; while children of his age floated through castles of celestial honey?
Was it his fault; that he was born ludicrously jointed at the skull with his twin brother; with every minute of resplendent life feeling more lecherously sordid than the coffins of death; as he winced every moment in agonizingly traumatized pain?
Was it his fault; that he was born with disastrously proliferating tumor in his head; an untamed volcano of misery that kept augmenting more thunderously than white lightening in sky; even as toddlers of his age relentlessly embraced the clouds of uncontrollable euphoria?
Was it his fault; that he was born in the gutters of abominable poverty; with all that he ever got to devour being infinitesimal left overs of bread; that the dogs of the rich had abysmally abandoned?
Was it his fault; that he was born to a bawdily adulterated father; who fed him insurmountable waterfalls of venomous wine; everytime that he demanded for immaculately sacrosanct milk?
Was it his fault; that he was born ridiculously stammering; pathetically stuttering at each word he attempted to speak; while others of his age; melodiously blended with all spell-bindingly enchanting rhyme?
Was it his fault; that the was born worthlessly lynched; being enshrouded by a ghastly incapability of not procreating his progeny; while the planet astoundingly culminated into a boundless shades of colors outside?
Was it his fault; that he was born inconspicuously midget; mushrooming into only size of a pea at adulthood; while infinite of his compatriots stood as tall as the invincible mountain chimes?
Was it his fault; that he was born as black as feckless charcoal; with even the most flamboyantly scintillating mirrors; gorily shattering into invisible ash; at even the most capricious of his reflection?
Was it his fault; that he was born with the voice of cacophonic crow; with even the most tenaciously Herculean of entities preferring to die; rather than listen to the tunes which emanated form his incongruous throat?
Was it his fault; that he was born dolorously hunchbacked; assiduously struggling with the weight of his lackadaisically doubled body; while even the criminally blood sucking vultures had been endowed a right to uninhibitedly fly in the fathomless sky?
O! Yes; But it was certainly his fault to be born amidst you all; because you were the ones who made him tirelessly realize that he was brutally deprived; although you possessed all of the above;
You were the ones who not only languished in the aisles of catigatingly castrated malice; who not only cribbed and cried even after being gifted with such a
wonderful birth; who not only jeered at the inevitabilities of mesmerizing creation; but sardonically ensured that there cropped countless more of his kind.
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Metre | 111111111001100101110010101011101001 11111111111100010101110010101010111 11111111110100100101101011101101101101001 11111111101010010010111001011010100110101101000010111010 1111111111110101100110011101011101101111101 111111111101010101111100100110111011011110110101010 11111111100010101111101100101010110111010101111110010010000101 111111111010001001001111010110011101111100011011011101000101101000100 1111111100101010001001111101101010001001101110110110100010 111111111010100101110100101100110110101010001001 111111110100010100010011110101111011111011110101 1111101111100101010111101011001010010010001010111011 1111111111010011011011011100110100111100100101 11111111111101110010100110110001010011100101011010 1111111110111111001010001001100010111011010111001101001 11111111110100100101111101011001000110101101011110011 111111001111101110110011111001011110001110111001 1001111010001111010111010110101010110 100111101101110001010100001111101111 |
Characters | 3,868 |
Words | 625 |
Sentences | 18 |
Stanzas | 17 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 167 |
Words per line (avg) | 33 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 186 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 37 |
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