Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Karštumas. Mintis, iš kurios aš Slėpti. Nameless veidai, Mažai likusių.
...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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