Man of Clothe Busted
He stood behind the pulpit
Preaching with vigour to his flock
Nobody knew soon he will be crowned the culprit
It was exactly twelve O'clock
When time to pray for the sick
and those seeking salvation came
Prayed so hard mentioning everyone's name
Drama started when it was Sundra's turn
He touched her head softly
Her husband was just seated on the pews
His eyes played tricks on him
He thought the clergy caressed his wife
He rushed to the altar with a stuff and knife
He whipped the man of God sent from celestial
body above
Flee for his safety it was becoming critical
Men and young boys roared with laughter
But women cried out loud in unison
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