Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. Žestina. Misli iz koje sam sakrij. Bezimeni lica, Raštrkani ostataka.
...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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