Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Aizrautība. Domas, no kura es Paslēpt. Bezvārda Sejas, Brīžiem atliekām.
...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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