Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Voldsomhed. De tanker hvorfra jeg Hide. Nameless Faces, spredte rester.
...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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