Congregate in your Sinagoga, Spreading the philosophy of Satan. Ignoring what was done at Golgotha: The Cranium pierced with the Cross. Preach that death is death, Not trodden down or overcome. Speak until the whole world's deaf, While ignoring what you have done. The Serpent squeezes around the temple: "The grave is empty! The body … Continue reading #228 – Sinagoga and Golgotha
By the darling buds of rosy May In a hush I heard you say 'The blooming of my womb I pray Be a path to show our way'.
Beautiful from birth, like a princess Ready for the Matsugae's name and son. Engaged to the Emperor's son, while sleeping With her true love Kiyoaki, she voided him From her womb in two ways. Being unable To bear it she became a nun and prayed ceaselessly Through the lives of the reincarnations of her First … Continue reading #222 – Satoko
A young man of sixteen, as a watcher With ships as his prime delight, the ugly Girl who believes she is beautiful to bother him. In a bathtub his three set moles can be seen. Adopted by Honda, the old lawyer of much money, He accepted and set up plans to hurt his father. With … Continue reading #221 – Toru
From a young age your mind Was that of a judge, a logician. Watching your romantic friend die, Washing away his spring snow spirit, Another friend breaking his bowels Like a spurred runaway horse, And another, but this time a love, Mesmerised your eyes with her Tanned thighs, but later died: a poison From a snake … Continue reading #220 – Honda
The crazy six year old Thai Princess Believed she disembowelled herself, When she was a Japanese boy. Sorry You cried into his trousers begging To be taken home, years later as a Woman you refused his love. Throwing Away an heirloom, your emerald ring Of royalty: the moonlight danced a regal Slumber struck from the … Continue reading #219 – Ying Chan
Born to a prominent patriot and Raised as a champion of Kendo. Little did you know that you Were a romantic reborn as a Runaway horse: Power is action, And to truly know is to act. Purple being the colour of corruption While your nation was colourblind. Your dream of the exploding sun behind Eyelids, … Continue reading #218 – Isao