Liquidate the tyrant

The looks of the just are lost in the horizon, along with the small drop of hope that remained in their souls, thirsty for justice they appear, when the tyrant's barbarities lash their backs; the reality of many is that they are trapped in a fierce world, in which they must follow his rules to survive, no matter if they like his thoughts, but they will never depart from the great banquet prepared for their allies.

Charismatic is observed the great tyrant, letting his mane and thick beard hang down, mediating with those detractors this his advisor, unaware that his mind is being consumed by the real occupations.

The beast has awakened at mid-morning as he usually does, without losing the putrid smell coming out of his coffers, where all those who sought his approval have been impregnated; without leaving any trace, the beast began to devour the memories, those that were preserved in time, making it clear that the tyrant has given his order, let all those who felt superior tremble, because in these walls there is only one superior power and it is that of the only tyrant known as struendo. Fate has spoken and shown its true intentions, leaving no sign of the events that must happen before its time is up.

The only thing that matters is the look that peeks through the windows, that little breeze that runs along the cheeks of the suffering and is discharged by the sacks of the whipped. They never thought that passion would be with each one of them, much less that they would desire to love with all their being, with the condition of being freed from oppression; the days ceased to be just days and became a canvas to be marked with the blood of the just and hung on walls made of their own skin.

Run, run, is heard in the distance in the desert, but the truth is that the legs of the tyrannized are already anchored to the land of oppression, their souls have become one with the clouds that surround the city and their voice has been silenced by the tyrant's commands. In the distance they observe a small and very old hut, they manage to read an old sign that says "here lay dignity and courage" at that moment they remembered that their life was something more than submission and sanity, that they should join forces and detach themselves from their functions; it was the opportunity to shout all together ¡Rid the tyrant!...