Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Жестина. Мисли из које сам Сакриј. Безимени Лица, Лигхт остатака.
...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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