Vehemence. The Thoughts From Which I Hide. Nameless Faces, Scattered Remnants. غیظ و غضب. افکار که از آن من مخفی شود. بی نام و چهره ، باقی مانده پراکنده.
...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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