“I’ve been treading the winepress alone.No one was there to help me.Angrily, I stomped the grapes;raging, I trampled the people.Their blood spurted all over me—all my clothes were soaked with blood.I was set on vengeance.The time for redemption had arrived.I looked around for someone to help—no one.I couldn’t believe it—not one volunteer.So I went ahead and did it myself,fed and fueled by my rage.I trampled the people in my anger,crushed them under foot in my wrath,soaked the earth with their lifeblood.”