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[[!meta title="Tomino's Hell" author="Saijo Yaso"]]
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From the Sakin poetry collection
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His older sister spits blood, his younger sister breathes fire,
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and poor Tomino spits his soul.
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Tomino falls into hell alone,
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a dark ashen hell without flowers.
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Is the one striking the whip Tomino's older sister?
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Who's bleached it red, I wonder?
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Hit and hit harder, don't forget to stop,
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an endless hell down one road.
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I'll leave you to guide him to this dark hell,
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where gold sheep and nightingales lie.
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Stash everything into this sack until it's filled up,
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prepare yourself for this endless hell.
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Spring be coming, in the forest, in the valley,
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the swirling vortex leading to hell.
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Nightingale in the cage, sheep in the wagon,
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poor Tomino starts to cry.
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Cry, beautiful voice of the nightingale, to the forest's rain,
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yelling, longing to see his younger sister.
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Crying echoing through the soul reverberates through hell,
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Kitsune-no-botan[[!template id=fnref t=1]] flowers bloom.
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Hellish torrent destroying the earth,
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poor Tomino's lonesome journey.
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If they're in Hell bring them,
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in the mountain of nails bring me the one that will pin them down.
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Don't stab with the red nail though,
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the sign of poor Tomino.
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# Notes
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<dl>
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[[!template id=fnend t=1 content="""
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Kitsune-no-botan are a kind of flower that is very tiny and grows in the
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rainforests and rice paddies of Japan and China."""]]
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</dl>
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