Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Горячность. Мысли, от которых я Скрыть. Безымянный Faces, рассеянные остатки.
...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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