One survivor in ninety-nine,
Someone say's, isn't that fine,
A miracle yes, intervention divine?
What about all the rest?
Those who died,
Would they agree,
Their lives denied,
Who made that decree.
A miracle for one?
Is that really fair,
It does really stun,
Your level of care.
A compassionate being,
Who saves one life?
Some won't be agreeing,
As they suffer strife.
Ninety-eight dead,
Lest you forget,
Is us being misled,
Do you feel regret.
Thanks be to God?
One's still alive,
Being asked to applaud,
Those you deprive?
Being honest and true,
Is not one of your traits,
Yes, I mean you,
As their judgement awaits.
If you did exist,
Death wouldn't apply,
Top of your list?
Not one would die.
There is but one you allowed to live,
Ninety-eight others see you as a spiv,
Your actions, they will never forgive,
To them,
‘' You've Failed The Test ‘'
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