Analysis of I Wasn't prepared
I was prepared to wait for robust health; spending many a limitless decade; miserably entwined in the dungeons of decaying debilitation,
I was prepared to wait for fascinating desire; worthlessly whiling countless hours on the trot; in the mists of disparagingly dolorous monotony,
I was prepared to wait for enchanting prosperity; remorsefully stagnating on infinitesimally threadbare soil; with my haplessly tattered rags splitting more
obnoxiously than ever before; under the sweltering Sun,
I was prepared to wait for unflinching camaraderie; staggering like a worthless urchin on the desolate streets; with only insidiously parasitic mosquitoes perched in unfathomable quantities on my lambasted chin,
I was prepared to wait for scintillating righteousness; wasting the entire tenure of my
impoverished life; truculently besieged by the graveyard of delinquently deteriorating lies,
I was prepared to wait for voluptuous desire; meaninglessly trespassing through the aisles of nothingness and cripplingly lackluster stoicism; for infinite more births yet to unveil,
I was prepared to wait for triumphant happiness; horrendously kissing the corpses of ghastly malice and defeat; till the time I traumatically tread on the trajectory of this earth,
I was prepared to wait for insatiable ecstasy; derogatorily rotting in unsurpassably pallid doomsday; letting my entire visage metamorphose into a gutter of criminally sucking leeches,
I was prepared to wait for unconquerable glory; meekly subjugating my body to the whiplashes of the society; pathetically collapsing like a pack of soggy matchsticks; even before a soul could raise his voice,
I was prepared to wait for dazzling flamboyance; stupidly diffusing every unfurling instant of my life; into a coffin of delinquently gruesome morbidity,
I was prepared to wait for Herculean strength; withering away like an insipidly insulted porcupine; at even the most diminutive draught of parsimonious wind,
I was prepared to wait for majestic eloquence; barking like a disastrously cacophonic and wounded crow; till the last breath I ghoulishly exhaled,
I was prepared to wait for unequivocally explicit candidness; substituting the chapter of my life; with the webs of satanically bizarre manipulation instead,
I was prepared to wait for patriotic victory; baselessly pulverizing myself every unleashing moment of my life; with the threadbare smoke of derogatorily dastardly defeat,
I was prepared to wait for exhilarating mysticism; deliberately enshrouding my agonizingly trembling demeanor; with maliciously devilish monotony from all
sides,
I was prepared to wait for prolific success; nonchalantly swallowing the tail of thwarting failure; everytime I exuded into even the most infidel of movement,
I was prepared to wait for spell binding aristocracy; lecherously staggering on each path of my life; abhorrently dedicating each second of my time; swapping flies on the walls of my sordidly stinking hutment,
I was prepared to wait for ravishingly perpetual breath; insanely offering every element of my mind; body and soul; to the thunderously marauding demon and
the hell of torturous death,
And I was prepared to wait for every conceivable comfort and richness on this fathomless earth O! Almighty Lord; but I wasn't the slightest prepared to
wait for her ecstatically vibrant caress; I wasn't the slightest prepared to wait for her celestially immortal and bountiful love.
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Metre | 11011110111010010001100001001010101 110111110001011101010100110100010100 110111101001001101111111101101 1110011001001 110111101001001001010101010011101010010100100010011101 110111111001000101011 010110110111010001 11011110100010110101110001101001100111101 11011110101001001001011010001101111100100111 11011110100100110011011010101001001010110001010 110111111010111010101001000100001010111011001011111 1101111100010100010100010101110101011100100 11011110100110001111010101100101001101001 110111101010010100100101011011110001 11011110100001011000101111011101001001 11011110101001111000101011110111110001 110111101001000100011100001000101010010010011 1 1101111010011010100011101010101001100110110 1101111110010011001111111100110111101101111101 110111110100111001001001111001101010100 011101 011011111000100100101111101011110010011 11001001001110010011110101001001 |
Characters | 3,429 |
Words | 516 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 18 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 119 |
Words per line (avg) | 22 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 159 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 29 |
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