Analysis of Cream Soda
I see blooms of death
And trespassing sinners
Between me and God.
God wipes the smirk
Off their faces,
Crime, passion, tasted in a nod.
Disaster and plumed wings
Of falling angels
Are a cast down band.
The death
Is too much to count.
The graves stand.
And out came
The saints,
Now, not bland.
Cream soda
Is what millions of
Angels look like and on demand.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111 01010 01101 1101 1110 11010001 010011 11010 10111 01 11111 011 011 01 111 110 11101 10110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
Characters | 361 |
Words | 81 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 15 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 46 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 11 |
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