pals and pad

Lead us not into temptation! That we may know all that seems fit and right from wrong. How sure are we to stick? Oh! Pals of desirous beauties and pads filled with unknown filties. Would we last as twine or just pads? Would our presence remain solid or just like the claws of a neathing pin, or would it be a feeling of nothing but a Caribbean swing? Oh! See how it makes a soul wake into a million thoughts. Do they for once feel like a pal or just pads? Though; flashes and trashed of a good life yet to be seen, or maybe it's an etorcism of great behind scenes. And reality; to them goes like a dream, but aren't they meant to be just pals rather than pads?