Novel & Cerita Tomino's Hell Poem In English

Fat Tom murmured to himself, "The bitter winter will always replace the four seasons, and the light will eventually disappear!" After Fat Tom finished speaking, his facial muscles began to distort, and his brown pupils protruded outward.As if someone was pinching his neck, his mouth made a hissing sound.At this moment, he jumped down from upstairs like crazy.Just listen to "boom!"With a loud noise, his head was split open.Blood slowly flowed from under his body, black blood. "Lila, you coward!"I roared at the more and more crows in the sky, "Why don't you dare to show up and compete with me?""

Shit. My brother once told me Hell was a really beautiful place, but I never quite believed him. How could a place where demons and wolves live be beautiful? Until this second, when I’m staring at all of Hell right in front of me, I never once imagined it was like this. A giant tree has grown from below the city, and its entangled roots stretch everywhere they can. I remember the tree being called the Tree of Ignis.

Lacey asks curiously. “The master of the damned is but a puppet to the doom. When the evil over flows from sin and the fires rage will loom. For when great man hath fallen fair take up all the space in hell. The demons flee, to dance the Earth, oh what horrors have befell.” Owen recites, having looked at it so many times that he had the damn thing memorized. “What the fuck does that mean?” The sheriff demands and Owen laughs out right. “That is what we wondered!” He tells the exasperated man.

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

Elizabeth stilled. “And you’re not?” she asked. "Not yet." She closed her eyes. “Then what are you?” A breath seemed to pass through the room—not wind, not movement, but the suggestion of attention shifting. "I am what you think of when you cannot hold yourself upright anymore." Her throat tightened. She lifted her basket and stepped outside. The village smelled worse today. The sweetness of rot clung low to the ground, caught between houses where air no longer moved freely. Ash marks had multiplied—crosses, circles, crude symbols drawn too hastily to mean the same thing twice.

What kind of toys? Nick gave a little chuckle, "Oh my love, nothing that would hurt you, just to - tantalise you, that's half the fun." The sun was beating down, and Nick reached to the table for the sun cream, "Turn over." he said, slipping his hands underneath her and flipping her over. Nick leaned down with a grin on his face and whispered in her ear, "Now I have you at my mercy, your bottom is within spanking distance. Better behave baby." he chuckled in her ear.

I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said-"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear:

" But your feminine features are very beautiful, you would be beautiful if you were a woman, wich you are not, your just an ugly devil" " That doesn't even make any sense, you know that?" " oh shut up already, it's bad enough I'm here with you already I don't need to hear you complain now" " you little..." " by the way where are we? is this hell? it pretty much looks like that....am I actually death and went to hell? WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT DIEING IS TO STOP EXISTING " *sigh* " Hei don't talk about my home like that kid!"

I don't hear the words, exactly, but I am locking the doors: the clacking startles me. When I look at him, Tom isn’t moving. I'm not sure if he's still breathing. The window on his side is half down, and doesn't protect him from the meaningless letters that hammer at us from Paul's mouth. They are flying straight at us, and when I look at Tom, he seems hardly able to stand it. Suddenly, the letters outside take each other by the hand, and form chains, then, all at once, a meaning: ‘Just let him die out here, scum he is!’

"I am smoke from a fire that never was, that no one saw. I am the beast of the night everyone desires, that no one loves. I am the liiiiife of the dead, the blooood of the ghost. I am the smoke of Torto, that one, who came here unsummoned by the void." I stomped the floor with one foot. "I am me! All of yours!" Stomp, stomp. "The boneless flesh licked by lips of filth and honey." Another stomp on the wooden floor. "I am the smoke of the streets, of the lost, and of the very sky." I spread my arms as if embracing the universe.