I was conceived in worry

6 of 7,
Curled into a fetal position
mother’s womb a warm deluge,
Now I wonder if the squeeze and 
push was worth the juice,
 
Obviously, she cried Jesus 
Keep me near the cross and heaven,
The world blurred my vision
I thought I have things to prove,
God knows I called on Jesus 
But I ran wild with the boys and Jesús,
 
Sunday go to meeting
Communion bread unleavened,
Selfishly inflict this inquisition 
Often embarrassing and so rude,
Scenes open, curtain closed 
Contemplate all faith being a ruse.