Analysis of Do Something
Do something; that wholesomely metamorphoses the complexion of the dreadfully dreary atmosphere; enlightening it with fireballs of overwhelmingly insatiable euphoria,
Do something; that perennially culminates into a marvelously bountiful fantasy; enthrallingly mesmerizing one and all alike; with your wonderfully ravishing touch,
Do something; that alleviates tumultuously bereaved humanity from dungeons of disparaging desperation; filtering a beam of benign hope in their obliviously
shattered lives,
Do something; that thunderously fulminates into a mountain of unassailable felicity; bestowing a wave of rhapsodically unprecedented jubilation; upon all those savagely wandering and in agonizing strife,
Do something; that perpetually grants blissful freedom to your sacred motherland; annihilates even the most infinitesimal trace of uncouth diabolism; for countless more births yet to unveil,
Do something; that celestially augurs well for the unleashing future; evolving an intriguingly everpervading township of friendship; and divine solidarity,
Do something; that innocuously pacifies the murderously estranged soul; diffuses a wave of triumphant melody in every ingredient of the ominously vindictive blood,
Do something; that casts a spell of everlasting righteousness upon the corpse of remorsefully salacious lies; irrefutably coalescing the gargantuan planet; in threads of priceless mankind,
Do something; that inherently evokes enchanting fantasy in every space of derogatory hell; harmoniously deluging lambasted lives with spurts of; unequivocally vivacious charisma,
Do something; that triggers a ray of unconquerably Omnipotent hope; in all those dwellings horrendously besieged with ghastly solitude,
Do something; that enthusingly infiltrates an ocean of tingling excitement; on the faces of all those aimlessly dwindling in the graveyard of commercially monotonous melancholy,
Do something; that miraculously transforms even the most lugubriously deadened of seeds; into flowers pristinely blossoming under golden rays of; profoundly exotic sunlight,
Do something; that unrelentingly showers a downpour of heavenly goodness; upon even the most diminutively capricious cranny of this earth; decaying towards
nonchalant emptiness,
Do something; that eternally bonds ardently palpitating hearts in entrenchments of impregnable sharing and sensuousness; for infinite more births yet to unveil,
Do something; that forever instills a smile on the faces of all those miserably orphaned; encapsulating them like your very own; in the swirl of compassionately unending timelessness,
Do something; that envelops every arena of this devastatingly coldblooded planet; with the Sun of intrepidly unflinching patriotism; an unparalleled tenacity to laugh even in the face of the most inexplicable of adversity,
Do something; that magically ameliorates the trauma of destitute urchins to the most unsurpassable limits; propels them on an indefatigable mission to defend the cause of sparkling honesty,
Do something; that philanthropically unites all human irrespective of caste; creed; color and spurious belief handsomely alike; in the religion of Omniscient humanity,
And in order to immortalize all the above " do something's", into unshakable reality; all the Almighty Creator could say was; do love; preach love and witness nothing else; but divinely love.
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Metre | 1101110010101001010010011101010001000100 1101010001001010001001001100101011110001001 11010100101010011010100010100011011011 101 110111010101010001000100111010001001111001000010001 11010100011010111010110010010011111110111101 110111011001010010101001101100010100 11011101011010011010100010001001010000101 110110110101000101110101101000100100111011 11010100010101000100110100101000110111101000010010 110110011101001011101000111010 11011111011000101010111100100001101000100100 1101010000110011111011011001010110100101 110111001011001001100110101011101001 01100 11010100110010001011010010011100111101 11010100101101011110001001001111010011010000101 1101010100010111000110101101000101000101001001110001101010010100 1101100010101101010111001111010001010101110100 1101101110001011110010001100010001010100100 00101010010011100101001010010010111111101010110101 |
Characters | 3,378 |
Words | 467 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 135 |
Words per line (avg) | 22 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 158 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 26 |
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