out of the ten lepers
just one came back
came back to thank the lord
healed of that nagging ailment
that was a son so divine
you don't doubt my immortality
what did i expect
when in the end they crucified him
the story was better with the robbers
the final score was fifty percent
cursed by one, praised by the other
the story got better in the end
the blindness you call sight
shitting and pissing in the well
tomorrow your thirst you quench
quench it at the same well
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