The Vengeful Spirit of Junko Furuta Raining Hellfire Upon the Writhing Bodies of Her Murderers

One hundred guilty
Responsible for the rape, torture and murder of a seventeen-year-old girl
Having either participated in the crime
Or been aware and done nothing
First, their bodies will break and bleed
Shattered ribs
Inverted knees
And then the fire starts, one by one
Each hearing the screams of the others and knowing they are next
And it will be slow, so very slow
First, the feet will burn
Then it will creep up their legs
And consume the empty, bloody space between their thighs
And as they wail and groan for mercy
The last thing they will see is her face
Before their eyes are removed and their heads ignited
Until each one is reduced to something unrecognizable
Encased in concrete as she was
And disposed of in a landfill somewhere
For hell is very hot
And hell is very cold
And hell is very hot
And hell is very cold

"Some kind of man you are", I said