When I called for you to share my bounty, you came, bearing golden words and empty hands to fill.
When I called for you to help with my paucity, you did not come, sending words of condolence and empty promises to help, later.
When I called upon others for help after you rejected me, then you did come, bearing righteous anger and fury, hands holding weapons of war.
When I called for you to stop your attack, you sent my messenger's head back on a plate.
When I called down mighty vengeance, you called for peace, understanding.
I call bullshit.
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