Analysis of You Could Yet Make Him Happy
God simply didn't need anything; as his Omnipotent aura towered gloriously over every quarter; of this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe,
You could yet make him happy; by uninhibitedly embracing his organisms in inexplicably traumatic pain; nourishing them in your compassionately
philanthropic swirl.
God simply didn't need anything; as his unconquerably bountiful majesty; unrelentingly ruled even the most infinitesimal of space on this; blissfully endowing
planet,
You could yet make him happy; by gregariously nourishing his underprivileged children with your own blood; never letting them feel that they were disastrously orphaned on this gigantic globe and all alone.
God simply didn't need anything; as his overpoweringly unassailable scent; ingratiatingly perpetuated through even the most obsoletely remote corner of this;
fathomless earth,
You could yet make him happy; by being a benign harbinger of all humanity irrespective of caste; creed and spurious religion alike; altruistically harnessing
his maimed destitute; with your very own breath.
God simply didn't need anything; as his everlastingly Omniscient radiance; profoundly illuminated even the most remorsefully darkened arenas on the
trajectory of this world,
You could yet make him happy; by patriotically blazing ahead for your sacrosanct motherland; ubiquitously disseminating the mantra of perennial righteousness;
to all those disdainfully withering in the web of; ghastly lies.
God simply didn't need anything; as his marvelously Omnipresent radiance; timelessly enlightened every cranny of this gigantically enchanting earth; whether
it be gruesomely debilitating night or the brilliantly sweltering day,
You could yet make him happy; by wholeheartedly diffusing the humble ideals of priceless existence; to all his tyrannized molecules; groping in despondently
ungainly wilderness.
God simply didn't need anything; as his invincibly supreme silhouette; irrefutably overshadowed the coagulated power on this Herculean Universe; like the sky handsomely overshadows the diminutive flies,
You could yet make him happy; by indefatigably patronizing the religion of mankind to the most boundless parts of this spell binding Universe; and till the time you breathed your last breath.
God simply didn't need anything; as his resplendently Omnipotent form; perpetually ensured that the chapter of holistic life; astoundingly proliferated on this earth for times immemorial,
You could yet make him happy; by selflessly lending your shoulder to all those agonizingly blind; transport them to the aisles of unshakable safety; and thereby igniting a smile back; in their impoverished lives.
God simply didn't need anything; as his fabulously impregnable contours blissfully marked the commencing of every new era; his ever bestowing palms were the
very reason that countless living were still alive,
You could yet make him happy; by eternally uniting with all his tumultuously bereaved tribes; celestially maneuvering them towards the corridors of unflinching
success; wrapped forever in the waves of incomprehensible solidarity.
God simply didn't need anything; as his immortally undefeated persona relentlessly ensured; that unsurpassable new replaced every inevitably dying and dithering life,
You could yet make him happy; by compassionately liberating the chords of your gorgeously throbbing heart; to shower upon all his miserably unfortunate children; the torrentially unending cloudshowers of love; love and only unbiased love.
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Metre | 1101011011010010101000101001011110010 111111011010110000100010110010101000 0101 11010110111100100111001001001111100010 10 111111011100111011111010111100100101101010101 110101101110100110100110011011011 11 111111011000110011010000101110100010011100 1110111011 110101101110101000100100100111001010 0100111 111111011100111100101010001010100100 11111000011101 11010110111000010100101010010111010110 11101001101001001 111111011000010010011100101111101001 010100 11010110111010110100110110100101011001010001001 11111101110000101111011011111010010111111 1101011011101001010000110101010101000100111110100 111111011101101111000010111011010010011010011010101 1101011011100001001100100101100110110010100 1010110100101 11111101010001011110111010010101001010 0110100011001000100 110101101110100100100011111100010001001001 11111101010001000111110111001111000010010010101111010101 |
Characters | 3,488 |
Words | 502 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 4, 4, 4, 2, 2, 4, 2 |
Lines Amount | 28 |
Letters per line (avg) | 104 |
Words per line (avg) | 18 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 325 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 56 |
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