Analysis of WHAT NEEDS TO BE SAID
The free-thinking, proud-minded soul loses patience. He demands answers to his everyday scandal-ridden squabbles. With a shaken will, he would rather bury his head in the sand until he was dismissed from his job, trampled by the many vengeful, brainwashed whiners. He is not torn apart by greedy dishonor.
They are no longer there, we simply have no reliable support. With an unwise, hesitant-Mela mood, we go round and round aimlessly…
To see – if anything-we can hardly see. Our nerves and our thoughts are atrophied by the dread of an ambitious, ruthless career and money-centricity, and while everyone who was once an unknown moves away from new calamities, his beating step shape is absorbed by the syrupy, sticky blindness.
There are some things that cannot be stopped, because the idiotic total-rudeness continues and eats up its unsuspecting members. It comes out breaking bones and permeates the shrunken brains that are Pongo in culture.
The gathering of bored luxury Divas and pumped-up testosterone Titans, shown in the tabloid media, heckling each other with sermons, has become an invigorating and intoxicating fluid. It works quickly, but the total stupidity, like the fast-killing snake venom, if the Heralds are just a” goodbye " thrown in carelessly.
-And it is so dangerous to deliberately stuff the Gorgon heads of the peoples with good-sounding promises splashed with lies. Whether it's the outbred monster worms that deliberately eat each other: we just live like dust particles, or we don't exist for nothing, dying in the Great nothingness-time. Even the parasitic leeches parasitize on each other, because we know for sure that we can rarely do anything else. Every frail human soul craves the impossible, while the commandments of human coexistence are deliberately and brutally violated! In every age, innocent victims conceived out of the mud fall back to Earth innocently!
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Metre | 0110110110101011011101101010101011110101100101110111110101010110111101110010 1111011101101000111011001111101100 11110111011010101110010111010100101010110111101101110100110111011011010 11111101101001010100100111010101111010100101111010 0100111001001110101001010010110110101101000010010111010100100101101101010110110100 011110010100010101101011101001111010110110100011101111110011101110100011001100010101111001111111110110110011011001001001011001010100001001000010011001001110111111000 |
Characters | 1,912 |
Words | 314 |
Sentences | 16 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 6 |
Letters per line (avg) | 257 |
Words per line (avg) | 51 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 257 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 51 |
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