Analysis of A TROUBLED SOUL
Oh, you pitiful, foolish soul! Prodigal, brooding, brooding like a hunted wild animal, you are forced to run away and hide every day. The unspeakable, experiential instinct, brooding telepathy of our words - all those who have long been tired of the incessant babbling, sputtering babbling, senseless failures would be looking for you!
We would only quench our thirst in your insight into what our innocent being was forced to eat. Interest and treachery hide everything from us now. Like stateless, movable toy dolls, we can only linger in the shadows of uncertain tomorrows. Fearing the rampant evils of the powerful, or the maximum sentence of inhumanity, which the man blinded by his greed would measure out to us, risking our life as a waste in exchange for certain profits.
Oh soul! Don't leave the errant vacillating and wounded weaklings in our conscience yet - sooner or later the persecutor who attacks the other with hyena claws will break his will, and you will again find a comforting chalice in a beating heart or two, which is your home from forever; Don't bother with the false and insidious promises of the future, don't worry! The gravity of your actions can only be judged impartially by moral humanity! Because a word striving for truth and good would have weight, a stubborn deed guided by honesty!
Our fate - whether we like it or not - is a rolling wheel that returns to itself, we ourselves can fall into a trap, and if we try to live, the swinging pendulum law of Being will only throw us back. Oh soul! A restlessness that rarely wants to go away, that clings to it, it is therefore necessary that even in the borderline flickers of dangerous human souls, you should be a solidified sentinel, an unshakable bastion wall, on which we can certainly rely!
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Characters | 1,784 |
Words | 317 |
Sentences | 14 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 4 |
Letters per line (avg) | 355 |
Words per line (avg) | 78 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 355 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 78 |
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