Analysis of Sunday mass

Bang! bang!
So went the church bell
/5:00am
wake up!
Mummy would call
yawning.
/slapping my leg,as she call---
perhaps,making
sure i did hear her.
/i was just five then;

it'z time for mass!
Creeping into my dream

inbetween daydream and
belzebug's clawls,
i would ask~
'is today a sunday?'
not expecting an answer actually;

i wish'd the night was longer,
then,
i would slumb
and enjoy my hazy dreams

'we must be on the first pew,so,
you must pull your
towel'
she warn'd,

what an heavy prick i felt!
Must that be?;

the bell rang again
and i reminicenced
the green garden
where i pick'd black berries in my dream.
/How beautiful it was--
i shuffled a little smile.
/must i obey her?
The 'devil' which the evangelist taught of-last sunday,was tempting me;

is he really evil?
his works are pleasure doing,
while mum's is pressure going;

maybe i believe her,
".....they will perish in hell!....."