Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Hartstocht. Die gedagtes waaruit ek Steek. Nameless Faces, Verspreide Oorblyfsels.
...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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