A gray cat with a white breast and paws is lying at home on the sofa
The robot writes a word on the wall, and there is a weapon next to it
Tokarev's self-loading rifle with cartridges and TNT is on the plank floor
The tank rides on the ground and there is fire nearby
Abstraction, az of letters and words is a complicated gun
Full afterburner and blood is pounding in my veins
And what is your imagination capable of on Easter Day