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• Artiste: Ibaraki
• Titre: Jigoku Dayū
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Sewing in the illustrations: Endless torture, raging demons All reside in devil's fire Underworld: Yomi - "home" Why is she depicting all the Scenes of hell and its inflictings Into her kimono's textures? Time to see - what's come to be She has spent her life as a servant of man and their disgusting desires Metaphorically and symbolically living in literal purgatory Sewing in the illustrations: Endless torture, raging demons All reside in devil's fire Underworld: Yomi - "home" Why is she depicting all the Scenes of hell and its inflictings Into her kimono's textures? Time to see - what's come to be She has spent her life as a servant of man and their disgusting desires Metaphorically and symbolically living in literal purgatory Long ago lived Otoboshi: daughter of a samurai Father killed, the family fled into the mountains Ambushed soon Bandits kidnapped her and sold her to a local brothel Forced into a life of servitude - a courtesan for all Naming herself Jigoku - she wrapped herself in scenes of hell Flame and fire - skeletons - this kimono; life: represented Rising to the highest rank of courtesan she climbed But skeletons, in bags of flesh - is all we are Skeletons, in bags of flesh - is all we are Skeletons, in bags of flesh - is all we are Soon was sought by a zen priest who wanted to meet this elite Trading poems and revelations; Jigoku soon tests the monk Sees him dancing - skeletons; consuming flesh and alcohol Over the years, finding enlightenment from Ikky¡Ø's teachings Do not bury me or burn my body when I have died Throw me in the fields So that I may feed all the starving dogs Do not bury me or burn my body when I have died Throw me in the fields So that I may feed all the starving dogs It kills me to see just what they've done It kills me to see just what she has become It kills me to see just what they've done It kills me to see just what she has become Fell ill, sings a song The song ends, she dies It kills me to see just what they've done It kills me to see just what she has become Young, but at peace Life of hell cured by the hypocrite priest It kills me to see just what they've done It kills me to see just what she has become