The bread was sown, but there was no one to harvest it, our army gathered at the fronts and left. We were ploughmen and mowers yesterday. And today the war came knocking at their house..
He spares no one. If she started to rage, she would torment her soul as a sacrifice to the Black God.. It will destroy everything: temples, houses, and gardens. Sister of Misfortune.
Only we need to add the prefix to Misfortune and Victory, and their mother's journey along the river. Time for Kairos to redeem us with God, and strengthen our faith with luck.
Pray for Victory, which is so far away, and it will be reflected in our decisions. Let everything fall into place, even if the signs were dark.
On Pokrovsk-2
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