Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. HÄFTIGHET. De tankar som jag Hide. Namnlösa ansikten, Spridda lämningar.
...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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