Death and Night and Blood
Ran through the veins of Kimitake.
Wearing a death mask of confessions,
He oscillated between the crying boy after his
Writings had been burned by his father,
Which he had crafted by his grandmother’s
Deathbed, and the strong man
Who disembowelled himself for the
Honour of the Sun-God: the Emperor.
Not being able to appeal to his own, the
Tatenokai failed to give him the beautiful
Death he deserved. Consider how many of
Our honourable ancestors would be considered
Right-wing Terrorists if they were alive today.

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