Bitter, bitter irony... Irony upon irony! The son, the descendant of slaves, borrows from the slaveholders to increase the debts of the slaveholders: heavier...heavier... Piling on heavier stones of debt day by day... Crushing bitter grapes to fill the cup to overflowing... Foaming fury tops the cup, overflows the brim; teeth are set on edge, and the wasp is stung with its own venom. Woe upon woe, and chaos kisses chaos.
Come my people, enter your chambers and hide, for wrath is in the streets.
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