Rhythm is its own term, but rhythm is a function of the meter of a poem
Answer:
There once was a garden growing lush
two people with no need for modesty
but then a sneaky little creature ruined it
he told tales of what would happen if they ate of the forbidden
he spun lies about the god they'd so long believed in
"do not believe him" I shouted but I could not be heard
my voice was silent and my heart filled with guilt
I watched as they listened to his every word
I watched as they sinned
Explanation: Just something I came up with hope it's good enough
Can you post a picture of the sentence so I can help?
Answer:
Ace took quite a few sermon notes
