Analysis of Had All Your So-Called Manliness Died?
Had all your so called manliness; the power in your bulging muscle ludicrously died; that you now resorted to satanically selling the innocuously Godly flesh of small children; for replenishing your spurious canisters of beer and tawdry wine?
Had all your so called manliness; the finesse of inimitable creativity in your fingers pathetically died; that you now resorted to mercilessly chopping the Godly fingers of small children; so that more and more plebeian gave them the indispensable currency coin in their begging bowls?
Had all your so called manliness; the sheer euphoria in your raw voice unthinkably died; that you now resorted to sadistically sodomizing the Godly bodies of small children; just to entertain the treacherously chauvinistic high society; and then roll in a fetid lavatory of abominably cursed pearls?
Had all your so called manliness; the optimism to triumph in your eyes flagrantly died; that you now resorted to gorily gouging the Godly eyes of small children; so that every passing onlooker took pity on them; and thereby gave shelter to you too alongwith them; as their spurious father?
Had all your so called manliness; the fervent machismo in your blood inanely died; that you now resorted to invidiously train the Godly fingers of small children to fire a gun; so that you forever slept on a pillow of gold; and were never ever remanded for the heinous crime?
Had all your so called manliness; the inimitable authority in your footsteps lividly died; that you now resorted to execute your worthless experiments on the Godly veins of small children; and then selling your wastrel patents for millions to the demons of the sacrilegious underworld?
Had all your so called manliness; the unparalleled virility in your loins shamefully died; that you now resorted to ghoulishly castrating the Godly organs of small children; so that they became a perennial income source for each of your misdeeds; clapping house to house and at each sanctimonious function of the society; as imbecile eunuchs?
Had all your so called manliness; the blazing dynamism in your throat distastefully died; that you now resorted to coercing the Godly voices of small children to endlessly wail; to capture the hearts and pockets of the biggest connoisseurs and patrons of humanity; alike?
Had all your so called manliness; the inherent brilliance of innovation in your brain contemptuously died; that you now resorted to rampantly behead the Godly necks of small children; on the barbarous pretexts of feckless religion; caste; creed; color
and tribe?
Had all your so called manliness; the unbridled compassion of your chest gruesomely died; that you now resorted to deceitfully lure the Godly spirit of small children into the drudgery of drugs addiction; thereby ensuring to be damningly faithful to your suppliers for the remainder of your life?
Had all your so called manliness; the unassailable temerity of your shoulders mockingly died; that you now resorted to burdening the Godly heads of small children with tons of bricks and rotting garbage piles; making them toil under the unbearable sweltering heat; so that you could relish your afternoon siesta uninterrupted?
Had all your so called manliness; the unshakable perseverance in your armpits wretchedly died; that you now resorted to stripping the Godly persona of small children; forcing them to dance in the derogatorily perverted bars; to savor the most magnanimous of tip from each devilishly inhuman businessman?
Had all your so called manliness; the insuperable fearlessness in your stride foolhardily died; that you now resorted to asphyxiating the Godly throats of small children; wholesomely killing them for a few wads of note; just because they were
the cursed girl child?
Had all your so called manliness; the undefeated conviction of your soul penuriously died; that you now resorted to ghastily sacrificing the Godly scalps of small children; infront of the Omnipotent deity; just in order to become nonsensically immortal; after drinking their impeccable blood?
Had all your so called manliness; the undaunted fervor in your veins meaninglessly died; that you now resorted to inexhaustibly slapping the Godly cheeks of small children; just in order to assert your very own non-existent superiority; and release the agony of your itching fingers?
Had all your so called manliness; the indefatigable energy in your knees uselessly died; that you now resorted to ruthlessly commanding the Godly legs of small children; to carry your irascibly cumbersome weight; transport you to the most venomous destination of your life?
Had all your so called manliness; the unconquerable fortitude in your bones hopelessly died; that you now resorted to emaciating the Godly bellies of small children to ghostly carcasses; just so that you got your quintessential two meals a day; evoking the highest of poignant sentiment?
Had all your so called manliness; the victorious inferno in your breath disgustingly died; that you now resorted to cold-bloodedly silencing the Godly lives of small children; subjecting them to infinite ambiences of 'jihad' and terrorism; so that they conquered the whole world only for your idiosyncrasies and you?
Had all your so called manliness; the immortal epitomes of compassion in your heart haplessly died; that you now resorted to cannibalistically inundate the Godly hearts of small children with nothing but hatred towards the society and each ingredient of the
atmosphere; so that they knew nothing but to slave for your devilish smile?
And I really don't know about others. But if ever you did come infront of me in this tenure of my impoverished life; I'll make sure that I forever assassinate your already sinfully dead body; and then pack you of; to the most ostracizing corpses of the devil's graveyard; to the most penalizing dungeons of hell.
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Characters | 5,859 |
Words | 941 |
Sentences | 21 |
Stanzas | 20 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1 |
Lines Amount | 23 |
Letters per line (avg) | 209 |
Words per line (avg) | 41 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 240 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 47 |
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