Quote from: rud3boy on April 18, 2016, 10:12:29 PM

Quote from: LordEnigma on April 18, 2016, 07:28:20 PM

If you read this poem out loud, tragic things will happen

Saijo Yaso

His older sister vomited blood, his younger sister vomited fire,

And the cute Tomino vomited glass beads.

Tomino fell into Hell alone,

Hell is wrapped in darkness and even the flowers don't bloom.

Is the person with the whip Tomino's older sister,

I wonder whose blood is on it?

Hit, hit, without hitting,

Infinite Hell's one road.

Would you lead him to the dark Hell,

To the sheep of gold, to the bush warbler.

Fit as much as you can into the leather sack,

For the preparation of the journey in the familiar Hell.

Spring is coming even in the forest and the stream,

Even in the seven valley streams of the dark Hell.

The bush warbler in the birdcage, the sheep in the wagon,

Tears in the eyes of cute Tomino.

Cry, bush warbler, toward the raining forest

He shouts that he misses his little sister.

The crying echo reverberates throughout Hell,

The fox penoy blooms.

Circling around Hell's seven mountains and seven streams,

The lonely journey of cute Tomino.

If they're in Hell bring them to me,

The needle of the graves.

I won't pierce with the red needle,

In the milestones of little Tomino.

Now you can watch her, if you're not already dead

THECREED

When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison

Thanks mate I missed this hidden messages, waiting for more content to decrypt