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.