Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Страст. Мислите, от което Скриване. Безименния Лица, разпръснати останки.
...FIELD LITTERED WITH BLOODY WRETCHED MORNING AIR CRISP WITH THE STENCH OF THE SUFFERING DESPAIR EMANATES FROM THE MELANCHOLY SHELLS NAMELESS FACES, SCATTERED REMNANTS
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