They hang on every word he says
He expects it
He seems impervious to water that the rain didn't drench him
He glistened
I was lame, apparently
He made it seem as though in his presence,  I could walk again
I would become better even though I was good enough
Instead of being cured, he inflicted more pain
When I didn't partake of his empty food
My eyes opened from the blindness
I saw when his apostles smirked at me and told embellished tales ahead of his arrival
A supposed gift to women
Even those who don't want him
His wrath came upon me
I never sought his salvation
Nor his selfish sacrifices
I never so much as wanted to touch the hem of his skirt
A good Samaritan who charges exorbitant fees
A man who stirs up storms, unprovoked
Then acts as though he could walk on water.