Analysis of Screwed
This planet done got lost
We are all tripping
I'm turning coats and switching standards
This life isn't for me because it's over anyway
I lost the battle, and the war is over
It's too late and we screwed ourselves out of paradise with our own selfish desire to kill each other and fight
There's no point in fighting for life anymore
We chose death
This is the end. This world is ending.
I tried to save us from ourselves.
I had optimism that others would join the call
The ego won though and ended up destroying all of us
There's no reason to keep fighting.
Where is God in all of this?
And why am I still alive?
I just want to go home. It all turned away from itself
We had hope at a point
But that point is past hope now
All hope is lost, it's just a matter of time before it's time to check out
They're laughing at us now, they think this is a joke
We had a serious mission, and it was sabotaged because it could be
Why does a dog lick it's own ass? Because it can
Why does a human race destroy it's own world?
Why not? It's more fun to destroy in the name of the devil and ego than to conquer and build up in the name of the Lord
It satisfies our flesh to destroy, and that's exactly what we've done
And it's too late to redeem any of this
It's far too late
There is too little optimism, too little love
There is not enough new energy, only old destructive habits
This is a lonely, dead planet, which I have learned to hate
Her people are against her
They're against those attempting to spiritualize and make the world new
They wish to destroy that which could save them
I'm a lonely traveler now, wandering sideways across the sea
My mission is over, my purpose gone
It was washed away with the sand by the wind and water
The ship went on without me
I wanna go home
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Metre | 110111 11110 110101010 1110110111010 11010001110 11101100111101101100101111001 1110101101 111 110111110 111111001 111001101101 010110101010111 11101110 1110111 0111101 11111111101101 111101 1111111 111111010110111111 110111111101 110100100111001111 110111110111 11010101111 1111110100110100101110011001101 11010110101010111 01111011011 1111 111101001101 11101110010101010 11010110111111 0101010 10110101101011 1110111111 1010100110010101 1101101101 11101101101010 0111011 11011 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,816 |
Words | 398 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 38 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 38 |
Letters per line (avg) | 36 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 36 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 9 |
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