The letter was corroded The fuses had exploded The circuits floated on a pool of oil
They wrenched the (flecks) had snapped and sparks flew dark blue clouds and jet black walls
An apple crumbled Firemen grumbled Fumbled with a hose
Toes were curling in their white boots sweating in their tight asbestos suits And Asmodeus played the flute
A table layed a chair and did the char char charred spitting splinters Blisters throbbed and sisters sobbed behind the fence Fire that burned the incense blessed the ashes as they flew