The tyrant in his blind ways is hungry for power. He tries to steal the most beautiful sentiments of his people: their freedom of expression, the undeniably rebellious voices of the opposition, and the loud, angry voices of the people who are demanding change and freedom of choice of their destiny. Ignoring his promises to them, the tyrant creates unconsciously with his actions a deeper of space of loneliness from his people, trying to obscure and distort reality. This way traps himself at the end in darkness, a deep and lonely grave that he never imagines living in. The tyrant spends his final days in absolute isolation, in the most miserable loneliness. With neither friends or supporters nor exit doors or choices any longer, the tyrant finally repents. By this time, however, it’s too late. He is finished; his spirit is dead.