The tyrant is nothing but a seducer. A terribly efficient and ensorcelling liar. The tyrant will come to you and comfort you, while never offering anything that might help lift your spirit up, on the contrary. Instead of helping in anything worthwhile, the tyrant will try to ignite your blood, he will instill the thirst for insatiable hatred, he will animate and give life to your worst fears, and he will serve them back at you, for breakfast, for lunch, for tea and for supper. The tyrant will do his best in helping you turn your usually quiet nights into hellish fevers. He will suggest how to numb all of your senses. Then, on time, the tyrant will draw you targets of his own making, made from anything and anyone you once loved, painted with all of the colours you now know for hatred, giving them the appearance of your own fears. In the end, the tyrant won't even have to ask for anything, as you will voluntarily and savagely rip those targets apart. At that point, you will have become his thing, willingly nailing your naked soul to his cross, giving him unrestricted access to the far reaches of your psyche.
Blinded by unfathomable rage, you won't even realize you have now morphed into a channel for despair and destruction. Destruction of your own self, and destruction of anything and anyone you once loved. The tyrant's crown is now yours to admire. You did this yourself, all of it, as you've succombed to convenience and tyranny, as well as the tyranny of convenience. This is what you have chosen to do while being here on Earth. Be proud, as you willingly fell for tyranny.
And please, I do wish you thoroughly enjoy all of the bone crushing afterwards, make sure to relish every moment, as they come to pass. See you on the other side.