Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Prudkosť. Myšlienky, z ktorých som Skryť. Bezmennej tváre, roztrúsené zvyšky.
...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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