JP Shura Nonsense

Inspired by William Shakespeare (1604) Measure for Measure (1604), Othello, As You Like It (1599)

History Laughs
History Laughs
History Laughs
History Laughs
History Laughs
The game of history is a hellish battle of bloodshed.
Clever words twist the truth,
and everyone becomes intoxicated with the poison of their own righteousness.

"Measure for measure" is the law they preach, but
their stolen territories only serve to strangle them.
The only thing that frustrates them is the face of hypocrisy.
The scales of judgment are tipped with gold.
Measure for measure, the scales are gold.
Those who judge vice are the ones who drown in the deepest sins.

Love and sincerity are just games on a board.
White loyalty can suddenly turn inside out and turn into black murderous intent.
Who is pulling the strings and manipulating the board of Othello?
The white cloth is stained with the poison of doubt.
In this muddy world where it's difficult to distinguish black and white,
they are trying to save their treasure. I won't crush it with my own arms.

Spinning, spinning, this blood-stained Shura Mandala.
The fine wine of power tastes like mud when sipped.
In this bloody, mechanical play.

At the throne's command, "As You Please,"
Like wild grass, the common people sink in a sea of ​​blood.
But even the arrogant, power-hungry
will eventually be summoned to the flames of hell.
As You Like It, rob, kill, as you please. Scatter to ashes, as you please.

The measured measure will eventually become the length of one's coffin.
The inverted black becomes the darkness of one's heart.
You may do as you please with everything in this world,
but there is no money to take with you on the mountain path to death.

It goes round and round, a blood-stained Shura Mandala.
The fine wine of power tastes like mud when sipped.

Laugh, go mad, at this bloody, contrived play.

History laughs. From the beginning again.

History laughs.
History laughs.
History laughs.
History laughs.