Short Stories

Oh the devil lurks within
Tearing up the flesh of those who sin
I've been thinking about the water
Oh it's getting close to a disaster
The people over by the mills
Are looking like casts of plaster
If the bridges burn
Then we'll say our prayer
So we'll make some rice, sir
Never mind the future's bringing
What about life after?
Little car cassette is love
He says he's found the answer
Would it be too much to ask
To send some loving flowers
When they die
Or we could make a ride
Said it's a novelty
The ninth letter