Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Hartstocht. De gedachten waaruit ik Hide. Nameless Faces, Licht Remnants.
...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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