Temptation knocks at my door
tonight,
Wanting to come in.
Wanting
to make a fool
out of me.

She flirts so audaciously
willing to fornicate,
To please her
To please me

But this isn't right.

Sin crouches at my door
tonight,
Waiting to strike.
To barge in,
To attack,
Hold nothing back.

Temptation thus leads
my downfall
and Sin,
the cause of my death.

What hope shall there be
of a ressurection?