The church

I kneel as I pray with baited breath 

For ritual

I experience cosmic things 

In pursuit of my nirvana

The routine of practicing my religion

And taking part in the church's things

Like communion or the sacrements

Have me going bananas

I'm going crazy chanting frantically

I scream and shout

Like no one will hear me

I scream and shout 

So Jesus can hear me

Other times I do it silently

Within myself

Or in a whisper 

And he always answers me

I am fortunate

I am in His fortress

I am in God's home

I don't feel alone

Other times I feel I'll burst in flames

For I am a sinner

There are no winners and losers

There are no games

Perhaps politics of the clergy

And financial worries

But hey nobody is perfect