All this, because the grass did not desire MY rain - so it did not prosper. Shoot by shoot, blade by blade, it fell and died a slow death. And look at the end thereof. The voice says, Cry. Look about you at the shambles and the brokenness.
True riches are of the heart and of the spirit.
Your thinking is upside down and your world is spinning out of control. Persuasion, threats and violence will be your handmaidens. You are certain you will succeed, but your kingdom will be of the shortest possible duration. I will crush you as you try to crush the life out of those who oppose you. Your days are numbered and very short.