The entirety of Thank You God. After starting out with an apparently sincere apology to God for doubting him, it turns into the most exquisite, scathing sarcastic takedown of Sam's brand of miracle story, so devastating that there is absolutely nothing left that Sam could say in reply.
Fuck me, Sam! What are the odds
that of history's endless parade of gods,
the god you just happened to be taught to believe in
is the actual God, and he digs on healing
- but not the AIDS-ridden African nations,
nor the victims of the plague, nor the flood-addled Asians,
but healthy, privately insured Australians
with common and curable lens degeneration?