Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Гарячність. Думки, від яких я Приховати. Безіменний Faces, розсіяні залишки.
...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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