DDT. Terrorist (№ 222339)

Thunder under the feet of a leaky roof, diving into the attic, suffocating darkness.
So far everything is normal. Doves, silence! Crap in peace, I'm not the enemy.
Here it is - the hiding place from his black muzzle, pulled, wiped, checked the shutter.
Pointed a gun in smoked glass, in the face of the blocks, gnawing space.
The hum of voices from below, nervous paw, grabbed vanity in a fatal vise.
Boring to you, grey? Now I will instill the truth on tame your brain!