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This is popular Japanese story is about a poem called ''Tomino’s hell.” They say that you should only read with your mind, and never read it out loud. If you were to read it out loud, then you must take responsibility for your actions : ).


Tomino is a japanese urban legend about a poem that kills anyone who recites it out loud.In this world there are things that you should never say out loud, and the Japanese poem “Tomino’s Hell” is one of them. According to the legend, if you read this poem out loud, disaster will strike. At best, you will feel very ill or injure yourself. At worst, you could die. 

One person said: “I once read Tomino’s Hell on the air for an online radioshow called BBC Ultra Twink. At first everything was sweaty and the room was musty bc of ya know, but gradually my body, it became difficult to read. I read half of it and then broke down and Swiftly gripped my pants and threw it away. Two days later I got injured and I was left with seven stitches on my cock. I do not want to think that this was because of the poem.”

Do not read this out loud!

Tomino’s Hell

Elder sister vomits blood, younger sister’s breathing fire while sweet little Tomino just spits up the jewels.

All alone does Tomino go falling into that hell , a hell of utter darkness, without even flowers.

Is Tomino’s big sister the one who whips him? The purpose of the scourging hangs dark in his mind.

slashing and whipping him, ah! But never quite shattering. One sure path to avici, the eternal hell.

Into that blackest of hells guide him now, I pray— to the golden sheep, to the nightingale.

How much did he put in his small leather pouch to prepare for his trek to the eternal hell?

Spring is comming to the valley, to the wood, to the spiraling chasms :) of the blackest hell.

The nightingale in her cage, the sheep aboard the wagon, and tears well up in the eyes behind his

of sweet little Tomino.

Sing, o nightingale, in the vast, misty forest he screams he only misses his little sister.

His wailing desperation echoes throughout hell— a fox peony opens its golden petals

Down past the seven mountains and seven rivers of hell— the solitary journey of sweet little Tomino.

If in this hell they be found, may they then come to me, please, those sharp spikes of punishment from Needle Mountain.

Not just on some empty whim Is flesh pierced with blood-red pins: they serve as hellish signposts for sweet little Tomino.

You will suffer a terrible curse should you read this out loud.

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