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Temptations come to Peter, our pastor at nightfall'
Always there though in small doses, even on sunday mass
The heat in his heart heave in human frailty;

He serves his flock like a herder does to his sheep,
A dutiful man, a pastor in his element on the pulpit[but
A losy louse at nightfall, trapped in a snare of secrets]

He knows that the women in the congregation

Are beautiful women of substance, and they adore him.

One supergorgeous Gladys has taken advantage of his humanity;

She knows he is not an angel sent by Maria mother of heaven,
Her soul is lost in the sex apeal of her pastor,

Her heart flows with the glint of his eye,his sermon's a sex song;

Gladys invites his indulgence in her friendly demeanor;
Tonight he knocks at her door, of course with invitation
For the night long fellowship Gladys has requested;

He has toyed with this idea of a fellowship with his sheep,
A secret longing that seizes his imagination like a vision,
The onrush of his blood tempts his spiritual devotion;

And during the prayerful moments he sees her lips,her hips leap,
His face gets lost in the gaze of Gladys, and he knows
The world then must change in his heart and her hearth;

And Glory Gladys with her ensnaring smile took her chance,
Little wonder the night of Kesha metamorphosed in their flesh
Both clandes consumed by the sizzling syntax of their bodies;

But pastor Peter still does his sermons,still rocks his flock
His oratory and pomposity on the pulpit feeds their souls,
Simply determined to pass the gospel, and they believed in Him.