Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Prudkost. Myšlenky, ze kterých jsem Skrýt. Bezejmenné tváře, roztroušené zbytky.
...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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