we don't know
who he was
but someone, somewhere, sometime
was killed
he said forgive them,
for they don't know their guilt
he said many things
that ruffled some feathers
and many things
embraced by others
if only I'd been there to see
those wounds that Thomas saw
that's my weak excuse:
then, I would believe
until then, help me
in my disbelief
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