They have fed your rage; your self righteous appetites slaked on their weakness and despair. You have devoured their generations and used the blood to water the foundations of your ease; built a world of their bones and denied their progeny access to it's riches.

But the fetters have grown weak under the strain of enduring patience, chains snapped by unbending will. The artifice of your poisoned theophany was never going to be enough to contain the truth of them. Not any of them. It was only a matter of time before they came for what was owed.

Be grateful, you vultures and cannibals, that they come having risen above your calumny, that they seek not the vengeance and retribution you would howl and bay for. Be grateful they come only for justice.