Keepers (Watchmen) (№ 13284)

Dog carcass in alley this morning, tyre tracks on a bare belly. This city is afraid of me. I've seen its true face. Street - continuation of gutters, and the gutters filled with blood and when the drains are permanently clogged, all this scum will sink when the accumulated dirt of lust and murder will foam to the waist and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout, "SAVE US!" Well, and I'll whisper... "NO!"
(One day the world will kneel and will beg for mercy, and in response to only whisper - no...)