Analysis of FEAST: Fresh Flesh
Awash N Blood. 2 Hear The Grim Reaper Most Happily Boast.
Lost N The Lust...Lost N The Cannibalism.
P.R.I.S.M., Overhead, Savoring The Entropy.
Zombie, Envy Me.
Society, Of This Precious World, Now Lost & Contenting My Belly.
Ravenously, Devouring Whole Body Parts.
Arts Of The Most Pivotal Wars Invited Me Here.
Fear Spices Up The Heart So Well.
Hell Receives Whatever I Must Discard.
Banned From Many More LifeZonez, I'll B, After This FEAST: Fresh Flesh.
| Scheme | ABCCCDEFGH |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Tetractys (20%) |
| Metre | 01111011011001 1101101000 101011000100 10101 010011101111110 101001101 1101100101011 11010111 101101101 11101111101111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
| Characters | 457 |
| Words | 90 |
| Sentences | 17 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 10 |
| Lines Amount | 10 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
| Words per line (avg) | 8 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 352 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 76 |
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Horrific Grumblings, I Suppose.
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