Analysis of Of My Home
Stare the faces do, of who I once knew,
Strangers now from friendships that once grew.
All of this place that once I called home,
I see only broken souls where once pride did roam.
Replacing happiness with bitterness of a different kind,
It is my respect for my home I can no longer find.
The soil is tainted with demonic strange splendour,
With all lost souls now returned to sender.
Back to Heaven, back to Hell they go,
Fast Lane, slow lane, nobody will know.
The eyes are cold as hearts are to touch,
Soul's are lost to profit, harm and a cost too much.
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Metre | 1010111111 101110111 111111111 111010111111 0101001100101001 11101111111101 01110101011 1111101110 111011111 1111111 011111111 111110100111 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 546 |
Words | 106 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 12 |
Lines Amount | 12 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 434 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 106 |
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Submitted on July 03, 2012
Modified on March 05, 2023
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